oh you you

I just had the misfortune of falling in love with you while you were in love with someone else.

I just had the misfortune of falling in love with you.

I just had the misfortune of falling in love.

I just had the misfortune.

and nothing else after.

or maybe regret and anger, or maybe hatred for him and for circumstance and lies about situations being different and not wanting you to hold me and wanting to say all the things I should have said the last time we were together when we were lying in the parking lot and the wind was hushed and we had danced before and i was singing to you and he wasn't a concern or even a thought at the time. like how you're the only person I've loved this much like you're the only person I can feel truly utterly happy with you're the only person I could be with for the forseeable future and how it hurts me how but I guess there is mostly acceptance. To love is to let go. I just want you to be happy. and I will just have to hurt.

oh no no no

isn't it all supposed to fall into place before you go?

because irony is beautiful and all that.