Love: You’re an Asshole

There once was a girl who loved a boy,

a boy whose roots were rooted far away;

the boy loved the girl too, though a dream.

One day the couple met, and did learn

dreams are much sweeter than reality.

Reality hurts, but it is good.

The girl now loves another, the victor.

The victor is where the girl belongs,

just as the boy belongs to someone else.

Love is a madman, a spiteful trick.

Love! Love is fleeting if you allow it.

And the girl, oh, she did allow it.

But the boy did, too. In his special  way;

special disposition for revenge.

So now both the girl and boy are crying.