You want to be his everything
When you saw him interested
In the actions of a squirrel
You found yourself wishing to be
That squirrel
In that moment
Your utter fascination in him
Is so predictable
He finds it impossible
To be fascinated by you.

I love her...
I love her not...
I give her my heart...
She takes it and run away with it...
Then she gives me heartaches and depression.

She loves me...
She loves me not...
Today she loves me...
Tomorrow she doesn't...
She fills me with joy and at the same time sadness.

I love her...
She loves me not..
Addicted I am to her...
Addicted to her smile, scent and touch...
She's addicted to torment me, and make me less of a person (imperfect).

She loves me...
I love her not...
I love her...
She loves me not...


@justanotherpoet

What if we aren’t depressed;
What if we’re just the only ones who see the world as It is:
Broken, heartbreaking, beautiful, blind and deaf.
Maybe we aren’t the broken. Maybe they are just misguided