tragedy.

there are so many

blank spaces and question marks

in our love story.

“what’s our destiny?”

“we’re a tragedy,” i say,

“not a fairytale.”

there is just so much

i wish that i had known then,

but it’s too late now.

you hurt me so bad

i started writing poems.

who even are you?

now i know, it’s me.

i broke my own fragile heart,

by hoping too much.

i hope that you know

i will never not wonder

what we could have been.