Sometimes you win, most times you loose

A PESSIMIST'S VALENTINE

She hates him
Because he always leaves her lonely
She gave him her heart, when in fact he was just a homie
A friend
Nothing more, nothing less
But sometimes you can’t see through the haze to picture what you get
When that line is crossed and feelings just ain’t that mutual

So cheers to chances and to good faith
And to passions fatal flaws – for love was born blind
And in blind haste we make waste of our emotions, and bonds, they fritter away to calamity

There is in death, love, and like, no turning back
No semblance of normality
Just rarely reciprocated chances
Because even though sometimes you win
Most times you almost always loose