• That breathless, painful, wishful thinking
    The transient desire, that fickle attraction
    The delicate glass held together with mere bandages
    You barely graze it with the tips of your fingers
    And believe it belongs to you.

    The beauty that jerks away your awareness
    Envy and rage arrive to fill the gaping uncertainty
    What reality you once foolishly believed in
    Dissolves into loss and abandonment
    If you search for legitimate causes
    It will undoubtedly trace back to you.

    It’s a risky thing, to be in love
    The way it can be everything or nothing
    It all depends on “unswerving loyalty”
    A flimsy concept called faith
    A single investment—or worse
    One gamble that can steal what you value most.

    Keep in mind that those who fall the wrong way
    May break a bone or perhaps their heart.