He ruined things once she started to love him
He was happiest when he was depressed
Never really knowing how to feel otherwise
He's done this with every girl before
Love was just a term made in movies
It never really applied to him
He stood at the mirror
Cussing for hours
Wishing he wasn't like this
Needing to love someone other than himself,
She Took many shapes
But nonetheless he preferred himself
They fell in love so fast
With every glance
Yet each one
He hurt as much as the last
kisess were poison
Killing him on the inside
Because happiness...
Was only in the mirror