ephemeral


doomed from genesis
first glimpses and blithe twinkle
I don’t really stand a chance
subtle like a tranquil tide
gradually engulfed in the waves
and when the storm is dead
and damp pages are all that has remained
with the ink and the heart bleeding
I find myself okay with fates that don’t intertwine
and I continue on, telling myself I’m just fine

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This poem is about love you know will never last, but you still fall for them anyway.