Every opportunity once in a Lifetime

Today is the day that I sold my life away,

took every penny I dropped and told it to stay,

I had not a single care, not a single worry,

but the insignificant details really built up a story,

I was the control group of a mediocre experiment,

ruled and governed by no one in particular,

it is a fate, a destiny, a life of ruin,

I am the one who lost all purpose.

We took steps to ensure our safety,

we justified loss with reason,

we never mistook passion as logical thinking-

we were in  love.

Instead we fell stories and stooped low on branches,

we hung upside down in each other's arms and stood upon each other's shoulders,

we climbed cliffs and crumbled mountains,

we were the hidden valleys of happiness.

No longer did we stand upon the shoulders of giants,

we grew trees that portrayed our legacies.

The mistake was thinking we had made something of ourselves,

for we were nobody special,

we were lost causes with hopes and dreams,

ready to crumble at the slightest pressure.

You were my iron cross,

my maiden, my beacon,

But it all fell down when the roof gave way below our feet.

And we fell down, down, down.

Into the blackness of our revered past, 

Taking shadow as light and learning to see in the dark,

We became blind to our mistakes and our misfortunes,

we learned to love that which we did not have.

But not you, only me.

There was no we,

for I was something you did not mention,

Instead it was me mentioning you.

I loved you.

And while I held you up, you reached for greatness.

But when I was falling down you did not hold out your hand.

And that's how you lost me.

Or maybe you just gave me up for something better.

You had moved on to a higher ground, and I was bleeding from my open wounds.

They called it love.

I called it a beautiful malice. 

... Or at least that's what I call her.