Some say love is easy.

I say it is the hardest thing ever.

I can't love the guy I'm supposed to.

I do love the guy I shouldn't go near.

The guy who I don't love, loves me.

The guy I do, hates me.

One of them accepts me as I am.

One of them mocks me.

Yet my heart doesn't want the nice guy.

It wants the smart, mysterious one.

Tell me I'm a cliché, I know.

But isn't that what love is?