A Theory Regarding People that I Meet In My Life – A short poem

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I have this theory about meeting people,
How do you end up meeting someone awesome..?
Is it chance..? Luck..? Fate..? Destiny..?
I am seriously running out of words here.
I feel that I am in the wrong person’s story here,
everybody that I want to meet and spend my life with
lives with somebody else.
In all honesty you end up in some random corner of the world,
and in that small stretch of land, you are supposed to
find your crush, infatuation, sweetheart, close friend, best friend,
rebound girlfriend, wife, colleagues, peers and other people oriented
memorabilia to display and speak of in social commentary and rhetoric,
repeated time and time again, which in turn turns into myths to behold and wonder about.
Most people are so self assured that their stories of life are the only ones worth hearing about, I beg to differ,
I don’t know if I will travel the world, I know that I am tired of just staying alive and waiting for the inevitable,
I want to touch a billion hearts all at once,
I want to make people dream and forget this abysmal depression
that is reality and our nation’s poverty.
What a pressure.., How do we find out if the people who are in our life are the ones who are meant to be there..?
Is there some sort of magic to it all..?
Or are we just all here by accident and have to make it out somehow..?

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Fatal Attraction

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Why sing songs to bait one to fall
into love …?
Why buy roses..?
Why trap one with emotional threats and
fake over dramatic tears..?
Why validate our value with impermanent
hordes that will only exist one day in the memory stash..?
I have not yet learned to understand human
love. For all I know it often appears as the
answer for all human woes, wishes and hurts,
but I know that it doesn’t.
No human being has the cure for this life’s
great evils and ills. Only Jesus does.
But I struggle hard to love like my Lord does,
I can’t still grasp the power of why He had to
give His life for a worthless criminal like me.
What He does for free, I put a price… For
I am poor in love,
I only love what loves me in return,
I love what appears pure, sublime and seems
much needed.
For I am broken, damaged
and exist with deep flaws.
I can only long for dreams, but what I
seem to attract are messes and chaotic beings,
much like me.
We pretend to the outside world and to ourselves
that we are everything that we had ever wanted
ourselves to be.
What a fake hypocrite I am for the cause of love!!