Fiona Lin, you were

you were; Fiona Lin

my love, you were not born to be happy you came to be under an unlucky star the stars aligned just so to greet you with calamity this, you know. did you not hear them in childhood? ill-fated birth ill-fated life ill-fated death

my love, you were not born for warmth you were birthed to crisp air and white breaths a dusting of frost across your skin they could not touch you shivers ran up their spines; they were choking on ice your season was built for loneliness

my love, my heart, my soul you were born to look in the mirror and whisper, quietly, my love, you were not born to be loved