"Stranger things have happened" they say.
Well no, not really.

Painted dreams cover my walls,
and I think you're breaking through.
Cracks appear under your weight,
and I wait patiently for you on the other side.

Tables turning a full one-eighty
Holding your hand and thinking "maybe".
Things could be the way they seem,
but what on earth could it mean?

We’re quick to blame those that break our hearts,
Railing against lovers for our misfortunes,
Consigning them to hell and so forth,

When in reality,
Our oft exhausted and defeated transgressors
Serve merely as the catalyst for the internal destruction that follows

For no one impacts your emotional wellbeing as much as you,
And you birth your demons, your pain,
After ‘us’ is no more,
There is just you and your head,
An entity far more dangerous than any borne of flesh and blood

Do not judge those that hurt you,
For they are as foolish and human as you,
And remember that though
Love may linger and torment,
It is a reminder of what your heart can do,
When it’s met its match