Damn Myself Poem by Saint Cynosure

Damn myself for wanting her,
damn me all my days.
I hate to see what I reflect,
the defeat upon my face.
I loath myself for feeling love,
such weakness ain't adored.
But disappointments what you get,
when expectation is employed.
I'm old enough to see what's true,
to heartbreak I've been wise,
The nervousness when she is near,
is what caught me by surprise.
Stumbling for the words to find,
not knowing what to say.
Seems to me I'm just the fool,
its a game she likes to play.
Damn myself for wanting her,
damn me all my days.