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Foreshadowing

 

Foreshadowing


You appeared in a dream

when I was at one of the lowest points of my life

At the time, I did not know you

so you were just a ghost in my fantasy


A voice so familiar, yet so foreign

telling my son to take good care of me

I saw your children, of that I am sure

we all seemed genuinely happy


Hanging out at the beach

albeit my son was a bit older than he is now

but what is the meaning of this pointless foreshadowing

when I cannot make you mine?


I have tried several ways, but you always get up and run

as soon as i move an inch closer to you

and demand the bare minimum

of what it takes to keep my heart in one piece


But then you let it fall

and it shatters into a million pieces

that I am trying to pick up, piece by piece,

until my entire existence feels like a puzzle I can‘t seem to put together


Walking 50 km a month apparently wont let me come closer

to a solution, or a reason of what it is that makes you

incapable of accepting my love for what it is

or actually giving me the chance I feel i deserve


But it‘s therapeutic and helps me transform

into a better and stronger me

who can face this world alone

something, you are the master of


But you shouldn‘t be, because you deserve love

like all of us, none of us deserves the heartbreak

you feel, that I wish I could heal, but can‘t

you deserve to love like me


I believe in fate, I believe in destiny

dreams are a foreshadowing of the future

that I am so eagerly awaiting

in which you are by my side


But for now you‘re just a ghost in my inbox,

and I don‘t know if I‘ll ever hear from you again

so what is the meaning of this pointless foreshadowing

when I cannot make you mine?

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