What a Fool I've Become

A poem from a miserable and spiteful being to warn others of the lively unexpectedness

What a fool I've become,
to fall for something so fleeting—
to believe in her love
like it was the only truth left in the world.

What a fool,
to have held her,
only to lose
without reason,
without warning,
without a single word that made sense.

I don’t know why you left me.
Maybe I’ll never know.
Maybe I'm not meant to.
maybe it will break me more
but still i want to know as now
i am the most unluckiest of all

All I have now
are the echoes—
her laughter,
her kindness,
her presence that once made life feel like whole.
still it does i mean your images the thoughts i have of you
they are enough
I carry no regrets.

It would've been beautiful
if my story ended with her.
But strangely,
I'm grateful.

Grateful that for a moment,
I had someone so rare—
so brilliant,
so kind,
so perfectly made
it felt like the universe paused
just to let me breathe beside her.

And maybe that’s enough.
Even if it broke me.