Ever hate it,
When people,
Fall in love,
With the wrong,
Person.

Most are,
So blinded,
By pointless,
Visions that won't,
Last.

They push,
Themselves to,
Believe that,
Everything is so,
Perfect.

When really,
Everything is,
Crumbling apart,
In their fragile,
Hands.

Who do,
They turn to?
Their best friend,
That obviously loves,
Them.

Ever hate it,
When people fall,
In love and,
Cling to a,
Person.

Like a sticky,
Glue, the residue,
Tries to cling,
And make its,
Mark.

Like a ***,
Pushed to the,
Back burner their,
Friend's heart just,
Waits.

For their is,
Nothing else one,
Other can do,
When they love,
Another.

Ever hate it,
When people,
Fall in love,
With the wrong,
Person.