"I'm too young to be this cynical, I suppose."

	I say aloud, to whatever's listening.



	"I don't believe in love anymore" I declare.

	"In fact, I don't believe in much of anything."



	I perch on top of a gravestone and watch the grass grow.

	"You know, all these people" I fling my arms out wide,

	almost falling off the stone.



	"All these people" I continue, steadying myself, 

	"They're gone. They're so far gone

	that all the love in the world won't make 

	the smallest bit of difference to them."



	My blasphemous feet kick the moss from the gravestone

	as I watch a mother and child

	complete their pilgrimage.

	"That's right," I whisper, "Teach your babies death.

	Teach them angels. Teach them forgotten names on faded stones.

	Cemetaries are the place for quiet children.

	Cemetaries are the place for people such as me!"



	I jump down.

	"It seems to me" I tell nobody in particular

	"That humans are very stupid creatures."



	"I'm really not sure what makes them believe 

	love is forever." I breathe in deeply, frown.



	"Mmmmmmmmm... but I don't buy that 

	'time heals' stuff either.

	Sure, love changes, it fades or it mutates into 

	something twisted and bitter - I should know! -

	but it doesn't heal. 

	Hell no."



	"Love's an open, weeping sore, 

	an ugly scar, a mutilated face, a hungry child.

	Never enough and never too much.

	Cemetaries are the place for lovers!"



	"Ah" I sigh.

	"Love is not a wonderful thing."

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