the love and love and love.

I watched you fall in love.
I cheered for you with your triumphs.
I cried for you when it hurt you.
And I am sorry that it didn't work out how you would have liked. But I think that this will make you smile later. There may yet be a fairytale.

I watched you fall in love.
And I am sorry, but I had to laugh.
At the impossibility, at a choice that perhaps could not be less suited.
But I will be sorry if it doesn't work out for you... though I can not see it, I want you to be happy. Stranger things have happened.

I watched you fall in love.
And I screamed and I screamed and I screamed against it.
It's like watching you set yourself on fire, like watching you throw yourself off a cliff; smiling.
I am sorry, because if it works out I wont be happy for you, and if it doesn't, I don't think I will be there to pick up the pieces. It is too hard to watch you romance your demon.