I want to keep loving you.
I really do, but—
I also want to stop suffering.
Why can’t we just be together?
Why can’t you say I’m yours
when we both know I am?
Why can’t you be mine?
Why is loving you so hard?
Was it even supposed to be like this?
Why do I keep loving you?
You say you don’t want us to be a US,
but you keep me close.
You give me intimacy.
Why do you insist on giving me hope?!
Rip my heart from my chest at once.
End my misery — it’s okay.
I’m starting to think that death
is better than this Schrödinger’s love after all.
Give me some reassurance —
be it by finally loving me
or by ending all my suffering at once.
If not, just take everything from my mind,
at least what makes me love you.
But hell with that—
I know I’d just fall for you again.
So if I’m doomed to be nothing
no matter what,
either you rip my memories of you,
we go our separate ways,
or you just end me at once.
Either way,
I know I’d still be rooting for you—
even without knowing you at all.

I'm sorry Rico, I just had to let it out 


