Hopeless romantics never find love, they always seem to scare people off with their intensity.
They never find closure, to repeat the same mistakes is borderline insanity and they have long abandoned sanity.
They never find happiness, only a glimpse is caught but true to nature they find a way to destroy it.
They always have faith, but faith is poison and hope is a killer, driving depression into suicidal thoughts.
They always fail, a reality almost inevitable. To be oneself is beautiful but to be themselves, is wrong.
Who cursed the hopeless romantics? Who burdened their souls with aspirations of love, unrequited?
