Fairy Stories

I will not promise you forever.
I tell stories, even fictional stories,
But I do not tell fairy stories.
I will not tell you that I love you,
Because I only need you
To stave off cyclical misery.
Every year has its unbearable months.
February is always one.
The truth is, you don't even help.
You just distract me from the fact
That I am beyond help.
I just hope you can appreciate
That it would have been easier to lie to you
Than to find another distraction.