Starting From The Ending

He was beautiful, the kindest of all.

The way he smiled showed his simple depth.

The beautiful in his eyes hold deep wonders.

And scars that he has told many tales.

But.

But the feelings he had mostly let me down.

Because I hold the powers of bending when I wasn't wrong.

So I think I got used to it.

But I had known things got to end now;

So I moved on..or that's what I thought.

Because I somehow found myself back in his arms,

In the arms of the same man,

The one that changed to be my perfect guy.

Now I think to myself most of the time.

That end is not always dead and shut.

But it's a door locked by us with the key of freewill

Hidden in our pocket only to be found when searched.