I was in a state

Where happiness

Felt like a gamble.

I could be happy now

But would I be happy later?

I could be smiling now

But would I be crying later?

You feel how you do now

But will you feel the same later?

You say you want to be with me

But will you leave later?

She became my success

But eventually my downfall.

She became my lesson

But eventually my trauma.

Now I look back

To see

What can I do differently?

All I have is my head.

It’s nice to think

Even the dead can tell stories.