NaPoWriMo 3: Lovelorn

You're filthy with animosity.

Toward me.

Toward the world. 

Toward you.

Was it something you did?

Is your heart drowning in regret?

What is plaguing your mind at night?

Your face is a mask of cheer.

Yet you're sinking into the pit of lovelorn fantasy and I can't save you.

You've sealed your own fate, fulfilled your own destiny. 

And I can't save you.

a.d. (why me too?)