Poems for the Brokenhearted

#28: Luck

Luck

They say you don't get lucky twice,

but I have already gotten luck

one million times over

just from seeing your face.

But luck is a tricky thing,

and it likes to remind me

that even if I had you,

you would never be mine;

even if you were mine,

I could never keep you.

There is always trouble in wanting something,

and luck likes to remind me

that it is not a miracle worker.

Luck can only bring me so much

before I have to take matters into my own hands.

And that is where my problem lies.

I can never have you

because I cannot take the chance;

you will never be mine

because I am not worthy;

I can never keep you

because something so beautiful should never be confined.

I am not lucky,

the only luck I have

is you.