I am the real fool who cares too much.
If you don’t love me by now, you won’t love me by now.
Nothing’s new. Nothing’s new. What can I say?
I know that I know nothing anyway.
There’s a hole in my head in the shape of a lighthouse.
I want it that way; let the waves have their day.
A hundred times loved, and a hundred times shattered.
Would you love me if you could?
Would you love me if you could?
But of course my love never mattered.
Nate Epstein, Grade 12