Terrible things happen to good people every day.  Consequentially, I am not one of the good people I am one of the terrible things. Not to others but to me I constantly stop myself from  Doing the things I want to do For who ? You? Loving someone else makes you forget to love yourself. I wish I knew, To watch out for the ones  with the perfect smile  the cutest laugh  and the ability to shatters one heart  without even a simple word. This should be the terrible things I speak of  But no It's me, I'm the terrible thing That stops myself from living After this unspeakable thing That some call love  Or the dove  That come into ones life making them  Forget they how they have come And how they can  an will leave. These wings that make the terrible things That Leave the good people that  consequently became me.