Miracles

There was a time I believed in miracles. 
When I still believed in true love and fairies. 
In happy endings and mermaids. 
In fate and in magic.
I was young and naive. 
Maybe my miracle was meeting you. 
When I met you I still believed in true love and fairies 
And in happy endings and mermaids.
And fate and magic. (Though I didn’t admit it) 
Maybe it was fate we met each other. 
Maybe you were my true love. 
But was it fate that you left so suddenly, without warning? 
Was that my happy ending? 
Because I know I can’t have a happy ending 
Without you. 
I was young and naive. 
Believing in fate and miracles and fairy tales. 
Now with you gone
Somewhere where only the lost souls roam.
I don’t believe in true love
Or fairies. 
Or happy endings. 
Definitely not miracles. 
Because I had been waiting on one to save you.