The Queen of my Disaster

You.

I loved you, but not in the way many imagined.

I did not fall into a sweet, beautiful love with you.

I fell into a hopeless, already dying love with you.

I loved you in a way a lowly peasant would love his Queen, knowing fully well that 'they' would never happen. It's a forbidden kind of love, a hopeless love.

For you, are the Queen of my disaster.