The Destruction In Joy and Tragedy

The girl in the mirror says to me "Don't fall in love, it only ends in tragedy." I accept her advice and I go on my way - Expecting a simple, ordinary day. But then, it happens, and her words echo, Across my mind as time seems to slow. I see him standing across the room and I know - She's right but I cant find it in myself to go. Days turn to weeks, to months to years, I begin to think she's wrong, and im free of the fear. Except, one morning I awake and she's there, And she shakes her head, runs a hand through her hair, "I warned you," She says, and i look away, Because I'm an idiot and he can't stay. I don't cry or beg or plead as he leaves, I just stand there and remind myself to breathe. Because love is beautiful tragedy, A sorrowful mess of intangibility - And while the pain is intense, and disorienting, I know that I am not alive, unless I'm hurting.