Destined to Fall
“Destined to fall” was something I once believed we were;
meant to meet while we’re young, marry once more mature,
but as I lay here tonight, the beast of all your burdens,
and I carry the gloom that was once yours in all of my organs,
I realized the saying may still ring true,
but not the way I thought it would, not for me and you.
“Destined to fall,” I whisper, so soft and defeated
As I come to terms with the fact that to you, I’m no longer needed.
My fingers shake as I write, and I’m forced to cope with the fright
that you may have held me for the last time tonight,
leaving me alone with your finalizing sigh
Not giving me the chance to say goodbye.
“Destined to fall,” I whimper, as I look at my journal,
all alone and scared now, though this once was my normal,
for you changed my life, made all my wrongs better,
and now I sit here lonely, writing you a letter.
You will never see this, not now, not ever,
And yet I still write with the same amount of fervor.
“Destined to fall,” I realize, was never meant for us.
It was meant for the tears swarming in my ducts.
I know the sadness I feel now is nothing to the emptiness to come,
and yet, even with self-awareness, I still feel dumb,
for thinking that two burdened people could be meant for each other,
when clearly you only saw me as someone who would your problems smother.
