Deny, deny, deny.

It's bad. I know. Sorry for the bad post.

I can't.

I keep trying to force myself to believe something out of a fantasy book.

He doesn't care.

This is true.

But suddenly I don't care too.

When I imagine a love,

so pure, 

so true,

I no longer imagine him but her.

She flies through my brain so fast,

I can't catch her.

I keep telling myself it's not true.

Sure, I like girls,

but not her.

He beautiful brown eyes are tearing me apart.

My head is screaming. 

My heart is burning.

I hate her so much,

I hate her for complicating things.

She doesn't know.

This isn't fair.

Don't blame her.

This is my fault.

But, I didn't choose to get lost in her eyes,

the color like the lovely wolf's fur.

I loves wolves.

I love her,

and she loves wolves too.

Coincidence?