Prena Poetry

Somethings are not meant for you.

Somewhere in the middle, things change and nothing can mend it anymore.  No matter how hard you try to stay in between and hold the two ends of the parting continents, in the end, after the heart break hits you like the earthquake, things eventually fall apart to their own places, and leave you wagged in the middle of ‘what if’ and ‘what if not’.

People won’t always  remain the same like they were once before. They heal you and then break you again. And eventually they may become strangers to you. It will make you  feel like nothing ever happened, time would just seem like a medication that only makes you more and more sick. You would see a gap radiated out of nowhere and it will just afford to hurt as though your heart has been stoned deep, deep enough to make you very afraid from the idea of love.

But remember, just because you lost it all doesn’t mean all the moments you had  weren’t worth your while. It’s stays till the end, its stays with ache and beauty and longings, until they finally become memories.

And maybe, at least, that is the only thing meant for you.

— Prena