Another stupid poem (that isn’t really a poem)

It pains me so much that I want to love you

But I shouldn’t because I don’t

I like the idea of who you are

The concept of making you the replacement of someone else

And if I wasn’t a sinner enough for the way I feel

I would still be the awful one if it wasn’t wrong

You see it’s this grief I feel

This feeling of wanting to love someone

But nobody to direct it to

It hurts my chest so much

I feel ridiculous each time I think about it all

I wish life didn’t lead me down this path

Because now I’m lost at the fork

Trying to pick between both wrongs

What’s wrong with me?

Why am I like this?

I wish I had better words to describe it

But I’m not a poet

I’m not like those writers you admire so much

The truth is I’m just a phoney

A poseur if you may

I’m scared that once you learn the truth

Once you learn about the real me

Everything will change

But maybe you wouldn’t have really deserve me then

Or maybe I don’t deserve you

I don’t know 

You tell me

I’ll see you on Sunday.

-Statiscit 14/4/2025 [6:55PM]