31.05.2026

there is a part of me that is still

so hurt by the fact that I'll never

experience a love like that, one I'm

not sure I'd even want, that there is

no way to console this little, fragile

heart that is constantly grieving

something it will never be able to have

or even lose, that it maybe only wants

because society told it it should;

as if its just the principle of the thing,

an almost childish want, as if I

couldn't be happy without that fantasy

I see played out everywhere,

and I don't want to be bitter, but I wish

I could finally figure out what it is

that I want, if only so I don't end up

regretting the wrong things