I love you,
but I don’t want to.
Although your beauty is beyond compare
there is a pain
as sharp as a knife
in knowing that what I desire
is not something I can ever hold,
that what I want
is that which you despise.
So I am already
over you.

And though you feel like
you have been handed a grenade
with the pin pulled out,
you don’t know that I plan to jump on it
and take all the shrapnel and metal for you
so there is no need to worry, darling,
I am already
over you.