It might just be nonsense

It began with an innocent human error I on the wrong bus late to an interview; You on your way to school Both of us oblivious as to how that bus ride Was the beginning of the most interesting era Of my life, at least. Me being non-intuitive; a bit obtuse really Couldn’t see the heartache ahead But would never have wanted to amend anything, anyway Because of the complete elation that came after, sometimes before or during the misery It began with an innocent human interaction Of two lonely souls; one edgy from the Hustle and bustle of her fretful life The other restless from the hustle and bustle Of his life continuously on edge. Random euphoria of drugs new to her Random highs of experiences new to him But would he have touched her soil If he knew she’d be so terrifyingly bittersweet? Would she have let him if she knew he’s so addictive? It began with the same kind of childish innocence That you hear creeping over the high walls Of playgrounds at primary schools. The innocence of a virgin giving away her chastity Eyes wide shut partly intrigued by the inexperience Partly fearing the possibility that this Stranger lies when he says “it won’t hurt too much” It began, Therefore naturally it has to end “nonsense” you always say But my continuous fear of loosing you Keeps me obsessed with the inevitability of the end I’m grateful it began but more so that it hasn’t ended, yet. But sooner or later you’ll be wary of saying “nonsense” when I ask ridiculous questions… Though my obsession with the end Has temporarily ended it anyway I’m hoping one day I’ll be able to see our beginning without the possibility of an end sadly that’s only when you’re gone when I read this composition and I’ll know we began and I ended it since the beginning I’ve been preempting the end it wasn’t all for nonsense though, right?