a collection of poems

again

and so it seems, once again, i find myself falling for the unattainable, longing for the impossible.
i lie here, empty, desolate, waiting to fill this void, but i know that it'll never be filled.
again, i cry over such pathetic things,
again, my hopes are too high.
let me be at peace with these feelings.
maybe i'll grow up and accept the unacceptable, maybe not.
but right now i cry because again,
again,
you made me love you.