What do you do when you figure out you missed it?
How do you pick up the pieces when you realize it’s never going to be the same it could have been?
Trust is meaningless. Hope is frail. Illusions of a dream never meant to come true.
Prince Charming is a joke. Love is elusive, meant for tales we weave beyond our woes.
Dreamers exist to brighten the world with fallacies. We lose ourselves in the romance of fantasy.
Dreams and wishes our hearts make put us fast to sleep, slumbering in clouds to escape reality.
Reading ourselves stories to brighten the night, where every happy ending is true. For who reads to remind themself life is frail?
And now broken love remains. A light to shine out to the others, perhaps someone might be cheered from this endless gloom.
Take heart, hope at least burns for someone. It doesn’t mean reality gets better. But at least you know someone cares. I can care enough for you when you lose sight of yourself.
It was easy to say I love you when the emotions were all aglow.
The world was painted in different colors back then.
Had the garrish beams not been as bright, I might have seen the flaws.
The flaws would have changed my mind so much sooner.
They would have set me on edge and made me ask what I had been thinking.
But we’re all flawed. It wouldn’t be different with another.
Each conversation ends the same. You fantasize and romanticize along the way of what you desire to be, and yet these all stay as they are.
Fluttering hearts hold out for you. One has resigned to disappontment.
Arms no longer reach with excitement.
Squeals no longer call out your name.
I am no longer the only soul hurt. Two more joined the till.