My heart is a masochist.
With options open, it never fails to choose the one
that will bring the most pain.
It's not that there's really no one out there,
it's just that my heart is picky I guess,
and stubborn.
I always seem to crave the people who will not, or cannot
reciprocate my love.
No wonder I've spent my life being rejected
countless times.
No wonder I have no hope of ever finding someone
who wants me as their own.
I don't know why my heart yearns for its own massacre.
I guess we accept the love we think we deserve.
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