I can no longer relate to the vengeful breakup songs on the radio. But I can’t relate to the ones about love. So what am I related to? In the movies, when two people go spinning apart, they always come back together in a crescendo and a last kiss, before the screen goes black. But we didn’t get that. I didn’t run in a baby blue dress to your door at the same time that you opened it and immediately everything was better. We just continued to break, and break, and break. Now we are ash and dust, remnants of a lost love scattered to the wind. We do not get a sparkling, happy ending. Instead, you won’t accept the blame and I’m trying my best to move on. I guess it just wasn’t us. You were not the answer to my question and I did not belong in your melody. I know there will never be a day that I can fit into your song. I can live with that, but can you?
Hi! This is the first poem I've published in my life. It doesn't rhyme and my grammar is horrible so to call it a "poem" is shaky at best. Nonetheless, I hope at least one person out there finds something in this to take away.
I never believed in happy endings My life was insipid until I met you I first slept by the ocean under the stars with you Once tangled in blue, I am now tangled with you
You filled the cracks in my skin with vibrant colours And healed all my bruises with a simple touch With you, my life is full of surprises and wonders I am so full of love now, there's no space for any hatred or grudge
I never believed in happy endings Because they never really seemed to exist Not until I met you Not until you made me believe, and I couldn’t resist
Resist you and me. We were so impossible Never did I know, I’d love you with all my heart And you’d love me too, for who I am But now that we do, I can delightedly say that you are my life and not just a part.
"And they lived Happily Ever After." how clique is what we think whenever we hear or see a happy ending in a book, movie or even in real life yet when they don't get their happy ending why do we cry and wish it could be the other way? how iconic huh?
I cried my eye ***** out when my book didn't end with a happy ending yet the other day I read a book with a happy ending and got annoyed because it was too clique and predictable. Don't you just love life?
Even when I know they're but unfinished stories, accepted pain and acknowledged sorrys, virtual realities reflected from mirrors of a lost paradigm and engineered metaphorically vocalized pantomime even when I know that they're not the end of the road (that there're even many more miles to walk) or even blossoms of life within a spectral pod but merely a beautiful view of the vast and rough ocean from the calm of a floret mental dock through tinted glasses in pink of perception with utmost optimism a fairy born of refraction through a phantasmal prism even when the universe disputes the truism of a magic wand I still fantasize about holding your hand and matching with you through thick and thin for better for worse, against the torrents from foe and keen in turbulence of rage and storms of tears till we find laughter until the bruises of souls and hearts shattered find mending in the enema of our blending so we can have a happy ending even when I know forever and for always is just a true lie and we are likely to more than anything make us cry, I still believe in pulchritudinous endings, in happily ever after in you and I, in the beauty of wilting roses and those in the rain in sticking together through the pleasure and pain... Even when I know love is just a word, we can lend it every meaning we've ever dreamed I still believe in real romance, in the broken being fixed in forever being now and now being forever in never saying never, in you and I truth or lie, do or die... roads and bendings long as it's with you, I believe in Happy endings...