Just because you deserve a happy ending doesn't mean you'll get one.

Just because you got what you wanted doesn't mean you'll be content.

Just because you said 'I love you' doesn't mean you meant it.

Just because you died doesn't mean you really lived.

Just because I don't think about it doesn't mean I'll forget.

Just because I said I was lying doesn't mean it wasn't true.

Just because I hate you doesn't mean I don't love you anymore.

And just because we didn't get our happy ending doesn't mean we can't make do.

(notes: it started with just the first line, and attempted to become a Death Note fic, but the poem took over instead. I'm not very happy with it as a whole, but as individual bits, I think I am. Concrit would be appreciated.)