Poetic meditations

Knowing you has been pain, Knowing the real you. The you you hide behind your beautiful façade. The mask almost had me fooled, For once I was fooled, For once I was blinded by your beauty. Taking it at face value, Taking it as it seemed. To me you seemed genuinely real, To me you passed for an angel. But wait, Look what you’ve done? Look what a miserable man you’ve made, That shivers chill my spine at your name, That I wish I knew you not, But do i? No I don’t know you, No I have never met you. Yet I struggle to forget you, Yet you rejoice at my pain. Knowing the real you, Knowing you has been pain.

Does it bother you? That I’m so deeply in love with you? That I think about you all the time? That I even daydream about us? Does it bother you? That I’m not the perfect man, Straight out of your dreams? That I cant take you out, To all those fancy places he’s been taking you to? Does it bother you? That my physique differs from his? Instead of his six I have only one? That he could pick you up like an envelope? Does it bother you? Tell me now so that I fall no further