Hopelessly Romantic

A Poem

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each day begins the same,
each night ends the same,
and the weeks bleed together
in a blur of the senses

and

you wonder why
you once believed in
fairy tales and happy endings
when real life promised neither.

you’ve been afflicted
since birth — or so it feels —
with this perpetual ache
of being hopelessly romantic

but

there’s no point
in tracing the lines
or reliving the moments
when you lost the love you had.

and it gets so exhausting
to walk every spiral again
as if you can’t find a road
that doesn’t end downhill.

and even the new paths
leave you feeling hurt
and bruised
and unraveled.

and there’s always
someone better
since you can’t make him laugh
like she does.