Somethings, are meant to be?
No need pondering it.
When the truth is before your eyes.

Some departures hurt.
Especially when you doing your best to make things work.

Some loneliness serves a purpose.
If it means recovering from circumstances you never let happen to you.

So not again, will I be a servant to love.
Accept what in my mind?
I thought it was.

When it was far from what it could be?
I accept this hurt now burning deep within me.