I hope you guys aren't getting sick of my poetry, 'cause I have a feeling you'll be seeing quite some more of it as this goes on. I am a poet at heart. Forgive me for putting so much of it on here if it bothers you!
I should be sleeping, all is dark
And yet my thoughts are still on you
They turn over my head and my heart
But that isn't anything new.
And I can't help but find it disgusting
That you are always on my mind
In the face of love, I should be untrusting
No matter how sweet or how kind
And still I lie here, unable to sleep
Feeling much like I'm going to cry
Because I know that I'm in far too deep
To not give this another try
But have I not learned from my mistakes?
Learned to listen to reason?
Have I not learned that true love is fake?
Haven't I learned from the treason?
Besides, why would I even like you?
You're immature, foolish and clueless
And still my heart argues that these thoughts are not true
And my efforts are proving quite fruitless.
Because no matter how much I push you away
You always come back for more
Still you will chase me, day after day
You're determination I cannot help but adore
But still I wonder if maybe I'm lying
To who? Perhaps my own heart.
For who else can make me feel like crying
In the dead of night in the dark?
My heart. That damn thing is driving me mad
Why can't it just make up it's mind?
Do I love him or not? Is he just some dumb fad?
Is the answer really that hard to find?
Who am I kidding, of course he's the one!
No one else could make me feel like this!
Like they are my warmth, my personal sun
To rise me from the darkest abyss.
No! My mind must be playing some prank!
I cannot fall for such an immature brute!
His annoying antics or too much to take!
…but still, he is kinda cute.
