My Best Could Have Been Worse
How funny it is that my best was not enough,
And yet still, how even my best was just too much.
Does too much of any one good thing that once was,
Eventually turn bad and thus, into it must become?
For you, and only in us, was I irrevocably devoted,
However, it seems fated we would inevitably blow it.
For all life's struggles, only you I would've rode with,
And all the joys, only you still would I have chosen.
I'm aware that a love will not always be perfect,
It takes time, care and someone willing to work with.
Of all reasons I was the cause for why you were hurting,
I instead could've shown you the reasons we were worth it.
I endured through all, for us, every single storm,
Weathering, eroding away, our hearts became torn.
Our dream of 'for always' was in turn transformed,
Becoming a nightmare of only emptiness and scorn.
At a point, I had believed that we were meant to be,
And my prayers were answered; you were sent to me.
It seems so, my deepest heartbreak it was destined be,
And destiny is not all nor what I had guessed it be.
Had I given only my worst, would you have stayed?
If I just had treated you worse, or even had I strayed?
It's always been fact, and will only remain so, inlaid,
This lonely game of love is the toughest of all played.
-Bwriter Morrow
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