Romance is Bullshit.

Romance is bullshit
I'm happy
I am
I'm in love
But
Someone always suffers
I love her
But I'm with them
I'm with them
But he loves me
It doesn't matter
Who you pick
There will always be one
Your heart doesn't forget
Sometimes it's more
Than just one
I know
I have
More
People don't like that
I am
Who I am
Even if
They don't like it
I can't just change
Who I am
Not that
So of course
I love her
And I still find myself
Infatuated
With him
But they're mine
Right now
And I'm okay
With that.

People get hurt
But there's always
A new person
Even if the cycle repeats
Someone will always have someone
Even if
It's not
Who you think
It would be.

Romance is bullshit
But that makes it
So much more
Alive.

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