I hate myself
for doing this again to you—
hurting you.
But it’s better than waiting
for you to break my heart;
I’ve seen this story before—
same plot, different actor.
It’s always the same;
you’re no different from them.
I’d rather take love from fictional characters—
the kind that never leaves,
never demands too much from me,
always there—
like ink, forever loyal to the paper.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 12:38 PM UTC
I hate myself
for doing this again to you—
hurting you.
But it’s better than waiting
for you to break my heart;
I’ve seen this story before—
same plot, different actor.
It’s always the same;
you’re no different from them.
I’d rather take love from fictional characters—
the kind that never leaves,
never demands too much from me,
always there—
like ink, forever loyal to the paper.