It is a destination in life,
to meet that one person who completes you.
The one person who makes you a better person than you ever thought you could be.
The one person who makes you feel happier than anything else.
To get to this destination could be difficult.
It is not achieved by plane, by train, or by car.
It is by destiny, and by your heart.
And if you can't reach this destination safely, if you happen to crash,
it is seen as a failure.
A failure that you couldn't manage to sweep someone off of their feet like you were supposed to.
But the truth is I can't tell you otherwise.
Because I never made it to my destination, Because I was never someone elses destination.
I was never someone's happiness, someone's love, someone's favorite person.
I crash, I have crashed, and always will crash.
And there are no survivors.
Even in death, I could not find my love for life or anyone in it.
~A.T
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Sad Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that may pain you to read, possibly as much as they pained me to write
