they say the best love stories are the ones that end in tragedy
and i never understood how that could be
until i met you.
i know now that some love was never meant to spark
and that the accidental fire that ensues
will never be long lived.
and some flowers never get a chance to blossom
and i wonder if that’s the same thing
as our ill-fated match.
it’s hard to admit that a feeling so strong
can be denied by society alone
but here we are.
i watch you everyday with great sadness in my eyes
begging the clutches of fate to release me
so i can move on.
but she keeps her grasp firm on me
and i keep my eyes trained on you
but it’s lonely.
now I see with my own eyes
that love is the saddest tragedy