The roses aren't red
those violets aren't blue
this is something i must tell you
we live a lie, a lie in the search love
it is as real and as obtainable as as a dang pokemon. In life we try to make these foolhardy connections so that for one second we can stop feeling like pathetic lonely saps. My heart is, fortunatly shattered so mch that i am not clouded by these delusions that we must have a partner, a girlfriend, a soulmate to feel truly complete, for I am complete all on my own. Is my existance sad, and clouded by my misfortunate past, maybe, but at least i shall not allow myself to feel the pain of lonelyness and rejection, for my heart is closed to such trivial things