Inevitability

Better not to hold anything beautiful.
When I found you I held you so tightly
I could feel you break yourself apart just for a bit of sky.

Better not to cherish anything perfect.
When I found you I placed you so high on a pedestal
You were safe from my crushing love but too far away to feel my touch.

In my heart it’s all so simple
Just love, just happiness, just us.
But my head is never far behind
She brings doubt and dark remembrance
In the end she always seems to win.

The pain of inevitability is too strong.
So I leave the beautiful and perfect things to the care of others.
To find arms that hold them tightly but yield
To find passion free from fear
Better not to stand in the way of possibilities.