Friday 10 January 2014

Now that you are gone

My lips quiver at the thought of you
This wild thing in my chest thuds appropriately
I know not what I have passed up on
The chance at future happiness perhaps?
Or maybe the failure of a love refused?
Thoughts of fairytale endings no longer preoccupy my mind
There is no prince charming
The end of the rainbow is simply mist
And I shall continue to exist without you.