Sonnet I: What Happened?
Chyan Rivera
I love, but it's not meant to be.
When promises don't work,
you always find ways to be endless.
Nothing is perfect, but we were especially imperfect,
and again and again the heart triumphed over the mind.
When promises don't work,
you always find ways to be endless.
He doesn't know what he's doing—it's not his fault.
And again and again the heart triumphed over the mind,
but what can I do? I'm just a lover lost in time.
Listen, you flourish because someone makes you give,
but what happens when you give too much
and they give nothing at all?
On a good day his love felt abundant like a cool breeze
that cut the harsh, summer heat.
On a bad day, there was no love at all.
But still I was hopeful.
I took the little bit I got until I couldn't anymore.
I love, but it's not meant to be.