Cruel bitch! Dream squasher!
Fate, Fortune, Destiny…
Whatever the fuck her name is?
How I loathe her sometimes.
~oOo~
Laughing at my plans,
With her turned up nose
And that cute, wee smile.
That harpie has plans of her own.
~oOo~
Testing me, teasing me,
Showing me what I might have,
Giving me the merest glimpse
Of hope, shining from the darkness.
~oOo~
Once, she was beside me,
In my hour of need,
Her hand on my shoulder,
Stroking my back, cooing.
~oOo~
But, now that I’m happy,
Well, kind of,
She sneers at me
With that contorted smile.
~oOo~
She stretches the planet,
Morphing time and distance,
Making them her bitches and
Then whipping me with them.
~oOo~
She lets me see
What I wish for and
What could be,
Yet I may never have,
~oOo~
No matter how much
I want it,
Need it, even
Deserve it?
~oOo~
The bitter irony of seeing
Happiness so very close
But so unattainable kills me.
A contorted smile splits her face.
~oOo~
She laughs at me and mocks
This perfect match; healthy,
Growing, loving and caring,
Two pieces that just fit.
~oOo~
Oh! To find a love so true,
But be unable to requite it.
Distance, timing, circumstance,
My enemies for sure.
~oOo~
I’d earned it, or so I’d thought,
After a test of endurance.
Now I observe, helpless,
As though behind a mirror.
~oOo~
I stand forlorn,
Palms flat on glass,
Shouting and railing
At the injustice of it all.
~oOo~
I know what I signed up for,
I’m aware of gifts bestowed
With one hand, yet
Taken with the other.
~oOo~
I sigh and wait to see
What fresh madness
She has in store for me
Tomorrow.
