It never had to end like this,
Star-crossed lovers fading out of the night sky and returning to cosmic decay.
The heat-death of the universe pales in comparison to the way it all ended,
desperately clinging on despite creeping the dark blinding rational thought
Tea cups shattered and clumsy hands attempted to piece them together again
Will time reverse, will shattered tea cups become whole with enough wishes upon shooting stars?
We wish upon the burnt remnants of celestial giants, but can’t fathom why our dreams never come true
By the time their light reaches the Earth, those shooting stars have come and gone, fading into the nothingness where I relationship will forever remain.
Pessimist Poet’s Words for Thought
“A lot of relationships end because once the person has you, they stop doing the things it took to get you.”