I read your poems about the boys you've loved,
and the boy you love.
You would have fulfilled their every desire just to be with them,
and been a slave to them.
You morn when you are turned away by them,
but yet you love them still after they do.
I thought you were foolish.
It seems I was a fool.
Fate has always been against me,
even from the very beginning.
I hate fate,
and I think that's why I don't believe in her,
but she is spiteful.
I didn't realize it at first,
but one day it hit me,
I was falling for you.
It was glorious.
I saw things in a new perspective.
I had even praised fate!
But that was not to last...
It occurred to me,
when I was writing poems about you,
and when I would fulfill your every desire just to be with you
and become you slave,
you loved another.
I mourned when I knew that you would turn me away.
I thought I was foolish.
Is there someone out there who is doing the same to me?
The thought of hurting someone scares me,
but I must,
because I love you
and will never give up a chance to be with you.
So, to all the girls that I happen to break your heart,
Isn't it Ironic...