Planted the seeds of my infatuation in dead soil
These feelings taking root and beginning to coil
Around my heart choking with its thorny hold
Leaving me hollow my blood turning cold
What a foolish and selfish wish that I truly desire
For you to mend my broken heart and lift my spirit higher
Maybe I thought you'd be the one to save me from myself
What a silly thought right, it's my fault I make my own hell
What was it about you that I fell for anyway?
Was it a physical lust or your personality so fey?
Honestly you seemed to care the most whether I was alive or dead
But in reality I mistook your kindness; it was all in my head
I know in my mind that it would never happen, me and you
But my heart seems to be deaf; it doesn't want to listen to
The harsh reality and the fact that you are just my friend
And nothing more, to me it seems my heart will never mend
I seem to dwell on this matter but I can't help it
These words are for you and they don't seem to quit
No matter how hard I try to write something new
I end up focusing everything around you
For the very sight of you secretly pains me
Of having false fantasies plague my dreams nightly
But I've seen what harm I've done, how broken you are inside
So I'll continue as your friend and try to put my own pain aside
Sometimes I dont know my own reason for writing these poems I just do.
well said friend.
as a response of self pity could you take a look at one of my recent poems.. its called "slowly or quickly"
but only if you feel like it