i could write a million poems
but it would never make a difference
and why should it. my efforts are not worthy of acknowledgement.

so one sided. so very attached.
but to what? a fantasy, at best. a lie at worst.
still i give my all to those who won't give me the time of day.

i am sick of the illusion.
i am tired of playing pretend in the real world.
a fairytale, that's what this is. but a real one. with an unhappy ending.

not everyone gets to live happily ever after.