And there’s that moment of happiness when you admit to yourself
the truth of a love you know can never be returned.
And you care absolutely zero the loneliness this leads to,
for, in truth, the truth you now know you’ll feel is much bigger than the small sense of loss you onwards cost.
And if I have fallen idiotically in love with quite the wrongest person on the rock,
I care not at all any more for the error: to me the error is no mistake at all.
I’m in love, always will be; never can now change that fall.