Fresh Air Poem by AXKANE VII

I wonder why I like this guy
He's a song I skipped and didn't mind
Now he's on repeat and I don't try
They say he is one of a kind

Perhaps it's better to stay in my lane
Heal and grow instead of smothering the pain
Instead I decide to turn more insane
And like this boy—yea, I don't feign

It's a bad decision; I am aware
But could I resist with this despair?
He seems to have a lot of care
And I need a whiff of crisp, fresh air