A Feeling Of Circumstance Poem by Cerulean Celyn

There are hardly words to write
Or hardly ways to begin;
But every relationship's a story
Just waiting for an end.
I do not know the meaning,
All I know is what it was;
A giving of oneself, foolishly
A poor girl with a crush.
I do not trust myself
Or likely just the ones
Who promise they're the good guy
Just to make you fall in love.
Angry? ever so slightly.
At peace? i have to be,
For fear of falling victim
To all this idiocracy.
Forgiving all the performers
In this tragic play called 'Lust'
Has never been any easier;
Perhaps, I've forgiven once too much.