I don’t believe in luck.
I don’t believe in it as much
as I used to, but
believing in magic like luck
waters down with maturity.
I believe in fate, but
even that is not the same.
I could be fated to an
asshole & that – that
wouldn’t be counted as lucky.
And I guess that’s why
I’m okay with falling in love
with different you(s),
different documents –
same author,
different article of clothing –
same brand name or lack thereof.
I’m okay returning to you,
because at least
I have something to fall back on &
I consider this lucky.
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