Bloody Typical

Cruel bitch! Dream squasher!

Fate, Fortune, Destiny...

Whatever the fuck her name is?

How I loathe her sometimes.

~oOo~

Laughing at my plans,

With her turned up nose

And that cute, wee smile.

That harpie has plans of her own.

~oOo~

Testing me, teasing me,

Showing me what I might have,

Giving me the merest glimpse

Of hope, shining from the darkness.

~oOo~

Once, she was beside me,

In my hour of need,

Her hand on my shoulder,

Stroking my back, cooing.

~oOo~

But, now that I'm happy,

Well, kind of,

She sneers at me

With that contorted smile.

~oOo~

She stretches the planet,

Morphing time and distance,

Making them her bitches and

Then whipping me with them.

~oOo~

She lets me see

What I wish for and

What could be,

Yet I may never have,

~oOo~

No matter how much

I want it,

Need it, even

Deserve it?

~oOo~

The bitter irony of seeing

Happiness so very close

But so unattainable kills me.

A contorted smile splits her face.

~oOo~

She laughs at me and mocks

This perfect match; healthy,

Growing, loving and caring,

Two pieces that just fit.

~oOo~
Oh! To find a love so true,

But be unable to requite it.

Distance, timing, circumstance,

My enemies for sure.

~oOo~

I’d earned it, or so I'd thought,

After a test of endurance.

Now I observe, helpless,

As though behind a mirror.

~oOo~

I stand forlorn,

Palms flat on glass,

Shouting and railing

At the injustice of it all.

~oOo~

I know what I signed up for,

I’m aware of gifts bestowed

With one hand, yet

Taken with the other.

~oOo~

I sigh and wait to see

What fresh madness

She has in store for me

Tomorrow.