Universe

Being loved by her was like being loved by a river,
it will keep pulling you down no matter how much you try to stay afloat.

Loving her was like loving the stars,
never could you give her what she needed, because she had more than you could give.

Falling out of love with her is like using sand to stop a fire.
You can keep trying to smother the flames with your grains of sand or you can burn with it.

She, herself, was nothing but a mere string.
A string that to your confused heart sounded like a beautiful melody.

You, just you, were nothing but a blind fool.
You blinded yourself with your doubt and cares.
You fooled yourself with love.