Over and over I make myself the fool for you
You owe me nothing and I owe you even less
Fallen for the idea of you- of us
Before my eyes,
Sooner than I know its happened.
I’ve done it again,
I’m the fool.
Just flirtation or that (dreaded) step too far?
Guilt, I’m riddled by
Annoyance, encouraged by
Temptation,
Slight regrets cloud my judgement.
Throwing myself at your feet,
I know I’ll get no response, reaction
Except self depreciation.
Its pathetic.
When I find myself again
I’m sure that this will end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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