I'm an idiot
But so is everyone else
Except for the ******* because they've got it figured out

People could refer to it as romantic masochism
But they're pretentious and wrong
Because there so no masochism in the nature of what I'm doing
And what I have done

There is no masochism in begging to be near them
There is no masochism in being held
There is no masochism in your happiness as they tell you things that they probably mean
There is no masochism in your inflated ego
There is no masochism in your infatuation

There is no masochism as you claw to get away from the distance
There is no masochism in waiting for them to make you feel good again

It's not quite selfish either
Because while their kissing your neck and singing to you
You find yourself drawn to their content
And drawn to their ease

But all affection
All "love"
Ends in war
And they are not the exception
And you are not the exception
If you stay you will die
In one form or another

So the ******* have figured it out

Never love them passed act 1

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