I'm sorry

It's complicated.

I don't even know what to feel or how to feel or what to say.

It's complicated.

But I don't want to be the bad guy.

Feelings of sadness, loss, jealousy, and regret. They'll pass, right? They always do.

So it doesn't matter to me.

Because somebody like me

If I keep telling myself

That somebody like me doesn't deserve love,

I'll believe and accept it.

Because it's silly.

Love rips man apart.

A normal person doesn't want their hands stained with blood.

If that is what you desire. If this is what you desire. Then I won't fight back.

You can have them.

But what is it that they desire?

It's complicated. It's silly.

But I don't want to be the one who ruins somebody's happiness.

I can't deny you of your feelings.

It's fine. I can let go. Many times. I've tasted it.

Did you know

you can survive longer without food than you can without water.

If you have neither, are you a goner?

I've lost myself to a delusion.