My Destiny

There is plenty fish in the sea, they say.

But what if she was my ocean?

Time heals all wounds, they say.

But what if I’d rather be hurting forever?

It was not meant to be, they say.

She was my destiny, how can this be?

It is what it means to be a human, they say.

Please, then let me be a rock, a bird,

anything but me.