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.