the thought
of you
feels like butterflies
fluttering in my stomach,
but as my dreamer heart
gets injected
with more doses of reality
my stomach aches
as the butterflies
start to
eat through it.
the world watches
as a tragic
phenomena unfolds:
the deeper i
fall in love with you
the more i
am filled with hate
for myself
because
i know well
i cant have you,
i know too well
im not supposed too.
people say that
opposites attract but a
hurricane and an earthquake
is a calamity,
not a match.
but i cant help it and
i just feel so stupid and helpless
for helplessly loving you.