If fate is fake then why did you happen to me?
If nothing is destined to happen
Then why do these poems still reach out
To you?

A ****** war was fought
For o so long.
Still my heart can’t stop singing
Its heavy battle songs.

You were the fire of my passion.
The fruit of my lust.
Now you are an echo,
Of a world, turned to dust.

Glass may shatter,
And the wind may blow.
But your heart will never measure up
To the discord in these rows.

The sorrow and horror of these verses
Help my mind go to sleep.
It’s sick and tired of my heart
Never leaving it be.

Rainy nights are my best friends,
Their drops remind me to blink.
The way they mask my tears gives me hope.
We were never meant to be…