Time Travel Isn’t Real

A long story, a lot shorter.

There’s a line that goes, 
you can love someone and know 
you’re not supposed to be with them.  

And there’s another line that goes, 
you can know you’re not supposed to be 
with them, and still love someone.  

I think that’s worse.  
Read it again.  I’ll wait.

The way the word, MELANCHOLY, 
is worse than I thought it was 
before I Googled it.  Shit.  
Worse.  Apt, but worse.  

The way I’ve become a cliché is worse.  
Maybe I should Google the word CLICHÉ, 
but that might be a bad idea, because 
MELANCHOLY.  

Yep, it was worse.
Don’t read that again.  Just don’t.  

There’s a line that goes, 
you can do ninety-nine things right, 
and one thing wrong.  

I fell in love.  That wasn’t 
the one thing.  I’ll never know 
what the one thing was.  

Now I think that’s worse.  Fuck.  
ShitFuckFuckShitFuck.  Just fuck.  
And I wish time travel was real.  

Time travel isn’t real.  Fuck.