i am once again reminded of why i hate getting attached
because my hopes are insurmountable
and reality crashes like a wave onto jagged cliff-sides
because the books always remind me of him
and i become a renowned critic of fictions
because the movies are so cliche
and yet i wish the sweet walks in moonlight happen to us too
because the music are all wrong
and none of them ever compare to the pain i feel
because it has always been pain that's left behind
and i am yet again reminded that he has someone better
because i always become too curious for my own good
and the reality that she could be the one who has his heart always breaks mine
and i wanna see if he cares
but he still hasn't reached out