Misunderstood

Illogical Hopeful Nonsense

I hate myself, but not for loving you. No, I hate myself because I fooled myself into thinking that everything would work out fine. That, since we love each other, we would never make the other cry. But when strong forces play a factor, was there really even hope to begin with? Sure we gave it a shot, hell, we gave it two. But things take more than a day to bloom, and we only gave it a few. So I guess it shouldn't be surprising that it fell apart, but the price we had to pay was our hearts. And the things that made us break, are things that can be fixed, but not without willingness, and hopefulness. But it's hard to be hopeful when your hopes are regarded as nonsense. Although, hoping for nearly impossible things is rather illogical.