If I said I've never been one for love songs
My mom and I would say thats a lie
But I know all too well
That love ends in goodbyes.
You might catch the boy of your dreams
But all is for naught if you aren't his dream come true.
You might get your happy ending
Until death does part you.
We love the idea of love
But opening your heart and giving out the key
Is a series of beautiful stories
That all end in tragedy.
I like to choose another view
To love another is a blessing
A bigger blessing is someone who loves you
The biggest blessing is matching timings.
I give my thanks each time love ends
I count my blessings as I pick up the pieces
I don't delete them or their pictures
I don't want to pretend they never existed
Once they were mine
And I'll never pretend thats a lie
We had fun together
We simply didn't fully meet eye to eye
I know that love often ends in pain
But I'll keep trying all the same
Loving someone and being loved is so much fun
And I'm addicted to the high
I've had a lot of relationships over the years and I ended up adopting a very dark view of love because of all the goodbyes I had to learn to make, but the optimist and adrenaline-junkie inside me love trying again and again, and never truly finish letting go of my past because it builds my future. I don't delete pictures, just move them to storage because I feel like I'm deleting memories as long as I'm still attached to the photo. All these whirling pieces of my emotions carved out this poem.