I love the ones who leave me, and leave the ones who love me, so i'm beginning to believe, that cupid is playing cruel tricks on me.
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but who beholds me? why can no one see the woman, I truly strive to be?
Perhaps, all these years of fairytale and fiction, might just be the worlds worst conviction, a life sentence. of loneliness and misery.
A life destined for quick flings, that never really amount to anything. but who am I to blame other than myself, for running away when things get good.
because I somehow believe, this shouldn't happen to me, so now I wait, and hope that one day, I won't feel like running away.