Hopeless

I know it's hopeless,
so why do I still hope?
Under the current circumstances,
even without her,
it still wouldn't work out.
I know this better than anyone else.
So why do I still love him?

Perhaps…
I'm keeping myself occupied
(deluded, maybe?)
by telling myself
that what they have
isn't really love—
it's just lust.
I'd like to think
that I love him
more than she ever could
because she doesn't know
what love really is.

Then again…
maybe I'm the one that doesn't know what love is.
Maybe I'm the fool.
Maybe they really are in love.

Or maybe my silly ramblings
are closer to the truth
than I realized.

Even if they are…
it's still hopeless.
And even if it's hopeless…
I still love him.