Tell yourself

Butterflies on my tummy, the first encounter,
Stab on my chest, the next chapter
From a peaceful and calm waves of the sea,
It turns out sad, ruined and a sudden tragedy.

People come and go,
You can't control the whole flow,
Maybe today, you're happy and tomorrow it will end,
Innocent heart isn't easy to mend.

After the happiness there comes sadness,
After gambling and risking, next are the consequences,
We're just all a believer of a happy ending,
But, when it comes to pain, we're hardly coping and dealing.

I want you to look in the mirror—
tell yourself not to expect more,
Because love isn't always easy,
Sometimes, it's hard, destructing and messy.

This poem is dedicated to: exult_misery