The Final Chapter

Not every story has a happy ending, least of all
Someone whose track record is as bad as mine.
No matter how hard I try, how deeply I fall,
The pages turn to dust, as if by design.

Time after time, the thing I want most eludes me.
Night after night, I dream that it will be my turn…
To love and be loved, to eventually succeed;
Instead, I lie awake and watch my dreams burn.

I’ve run countless races, so don’t say I haven’t tried.
My heart’s been broken and mended too many times.
I truly thought he was the one, but once again, denied –
As if winning was somehow a crime.

There were many good things about us, we just didn’t fit.
And so, this is our final chapter. This is it.

Just an average girl.

It takes me on average…
4 attempts to get a recipe right
And an hour to fall asleep at night
5 trips to recall how to navigate
The confusing roads of the interstate
3 days a week I’ll be wearing a dress
Thirteen-hundred is my rating for chess
You can tell me your name, just say it twice
But once is enough if you’re really nice
:)

Ramblings

Countless times I’ve wished upon countless stars in shooting skies
Only to realise miracles are nothing but star-spangled lies
A constellation of tear drops form clouds in my heart
And when it rains, it rains blood to fill an empty quart

Tugging on heart strings like a puppet master on show
Toying with feelings, next, my clarity you stole
Here I am, alone, with just these words to console
Hoping they could rebuild the fallen and make it whole

Wondering, waiting, wavering
Tonight my resolve is slowly weakening
Tempted to shout, though the silence seeps through
To my dreams, and in them, I weep for you

Life goes on

I’m not sure when it all began
That pivotal moment of change
It’s pointless to try understand
A world so strange.

Fairy tales are not written for me
And failure comes at no surprise
I cannot defy the gravity
Of Love’s demise.

I look to others with a green-eyed envy
Wishing I too can be master of the Art
My dreams are rejected, instead I carry
A broken heart.

Alone and wary this warm October eve
I glance up but there’s no star to wish upon
My inside is crushing, still, I make-believe
that life goes on

falling

I was on the brink of losing hope
Convinced that love was out of scope
Despite many gambles I would take
The conclusion’s always “a mistake”.

I was on the verge of giving up
Thought relationships were stupid and corrupt
There was no desire to love, no more
Not another heart break like before.

I tried, but couldn’t figure out why
It was impossible to deny
That failure followed from far and wide
Negative attitudes I subscribed.

But then… a surprise waltzed into my life
I no longer minded the sacrifice
The first impression that went through my mind
Was “damn-it mister, you’re so divine”.

A rush of emotions like a rising tide
In your presence, passion became amplified
Despite the struggle, I could not resist
The gravitational pull of your sweet, sweet kiss.

I didn’t expect our chemistry
To accelerate at such velocity
I mused and reflected, eventually admitted
I was surreptitiously afraid of it.

But then… I was reminded of your
Absolute adoration and allure
And all my misgivings disappeared
My cloudy conscience became crystal clear.

You are amazing and I’m in awe
Everything about you I adore
I will gladly have my energy spent
On you, because you are Heaven-sent.

One week

It’s been a week. I keep waiting for you to call.
Wishing you were here to catch me as I fall.
But I know the desire is futile; it’s not meant to be
Happiness has once again eluded me.

It’s been a week. I’ve removed all physical trace
Bar the memories I’m battling to displace –
Ghostly reminders of a recent time
When the world’s euphoric and our hearts sublime.

It’s been a week and still, emotion is heavy.
I conjure your name among the calligraphy.
Moments later, reality strikes through
I’m reminded: This is the end; not our debut.

It’s been a week. I’ve realised my unfortunate mistake.
I should never have made myself vulnerable to heartbreak.
The all consuming sadness is pitiless as the night
It’ll be a while before the injured takes flight.