an ode to the hopeless, these are for you

"that's really comforting", then why repay me with torment

it always brought me comfort that no one could steal romance from me,
i used to find it everywhere.

but i think you may have taken something that isn't yours,
because now i hate when i find romance.

why did you have to steal that from me?
it was all i had left.

why did you hurt me the way you did?

your existence in my mind isn't even you,
i do not know who you are.
i know who i created.
but you turned out to be quite the opposite.

and now there's a boy,
and he's quite lovely.
but i just can't.

i can't.

i can't do it.