Nothing to grieve

It's only the beginning of the year and I already have a ghost to count. You came as the year was about to end. The final flicker of the fire before the gas fully runs out. I thought to myself: Maybe it isn't too late to turn things around.

It's funny how hope can make me lose myself. I was so excited at the thought at someone finally noticing me, being nice enough to approach me and take a chance on me. Seems like my long time wish was finally heard by the universe. I guess they did hear it, and sent you as a cruel feedback.

But then again, theres nothing to grieve. There was never an us. It wasn't even a full day. I was just so enchanted by the idea of someone finally liking me that I forgot that this life is no fairytale. I am a tragedy continuously writing myself to a bitter end.