Questions: Faded Ending

Are questions something that cause problems or do they spark conclusions and solve problems?

You were a star. You were an angel, blessed by the realms of hell bent satisfaction. What you were is only defined by destruction. I can’t say you were all bad though. That’s why you filled my heart with a fire, but it grew too hot too quick in all the wrong ways. You were a brave one for trying me out as a game. I’m not one to mess with because I am an angel and I am in my own ways perfection. I am the sticky side of the tape roll and if you are caught by me you will be stuck there. There you can’t help but enjoy the ways of my flawlessness. Could it be, though, that that is my one true flaw? Could perfection be a flaw? You want to play me as a game then my true beauty captures you and you fall in love, but that was not what you wanted, so you decide you hate me and for that reason you decide to hurt me. Trying to convince yourself you don’t care and just wait upon the day I mess up. In the dark you’d leave, for a moment you look back, but I am too tired and asleep to realize you want me to beg you to come back. So you leave me and it is what we call a faded ending. We move on. Undeniably remembering what it was that we did, where we went, what we had accomplished, and who we became together. A faded ending leaves me with so many questions that I think will never be answered, so because of that I do not know what lesson I had to learn but I know that there is always a reason. Luck is something that may actually not exist and that fate is what controls us, not luck. I hate you, but I have to thank you. And for that reason we are blessed.