The Story of Us

Author's Notes: I've finally decided to start transferring poems I wrote during the summer over here. If, by some strange stroke of luck, you actually wish to follow my poetry, you've better luck getting faster updates from my deviantart, which is linked in my sidebar.

This was written last March 26.

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We never really had
the makings of a fairytale,
or an epic story
of ninjas and dragons.
But darling, we were
a reckless and [fearless] beginning.
We scattered the stars
and marked the sky with [us].
And it was a story
that could only ever finish
with one, unexpected,
untimely ending.

I used to believe
we'd be a legend, darling.
And the [bards] would sing of us.
And everyone who heard
would wish they'd get
[half] of our leftover stardust.
But they were right, you know.
About me and you.
that we were unbelievable,
and it was too good to be true.

You used to say
we were like lightning,
and I guess that metaphor
should have let me see it coming.
That it would be blinding,
and beautiful:
powerful enough to kill with.
But it would be rare,
and dangerous,
and gone before you know it.

So sadly the story of us
was apparently just a [tragedy.]
And it hurts to know
everything was written
by no one else
but you and me.

And so it goes,
the tale of two foolish,
and young,
and naive [would-be] heroes.
Who tried to prove
that the world was wrong,
that maybe something
could last [forever.]
But it's not what we thought.
We're not a happily ever after.