Writing an Empty Bouquet

Who am I to formulate love?

I gave you so much hope.

“It will work out in the end”

Truthfully the hope was for myself. I wanted to love him. So much so that I would put my everything forth for you just so I could have the hope that someday it will work out.

It’s a trap I and many others have fallen for hundreds of times before.

How can a heterosexual love a homosexual?

They can’t, whether you like it or not.

Yet when I am writing this, I have given up. I know it will never work. So why try? Why put in effort into these thoughts that only end up impeding your work?

There’s no point to this madness other than to be taunted by god.