Why do I love the sound of your voice,
When my ears bleed from the same noise?
Why do I love the feeling of your palm,
When I feel my skin burn against your arm?
Why do I become melancholy and depressed,
Thinking the thought of me never pops up in your head?
Why do I torture myself with a fantasy love,
When I know nothing I do will ever be enough?
My likes and dislikes don't mean a thing to you,
Meanwhile the thought of you is ingrained in me, I wish it wasn't true.
I am pathetic, I am weak, I am no match for you.
And even if I was, what is there that I could do?
We are not meant to be, and of that I am sure
At this point I am certain "I love you" would be a slur.
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Author:
Aves17 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about loving someone that you aren\\\'t supposed to love and the painful feelings that accompany it. Although these feelings are so intense and quite hard to express in its totality by a not so great poet, I hope I could grasp it a little bit. Thank you for taking the time to read it
- Category: Sad
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