I think I’m in love with you.
I think we’d make a perfect combination.
I think a lot of things;
But I don’t know.
My intuition isn’t reliable;
It teaches me wrong things,
Makes me believe in false hopes.
Follow my heart, and I will be in despair.
I’m not exactly a lover,
Would fail miserably as a people-pleaser.
I’m one of those selfish people you’ve come across,
That snobbish on reality TV,
Cannot love,
And cannot be loved.
I want to love you,
Love you more than my life is worth.
But some things aren’t possible.
Loving you means hurting you.
We won’t have a neat ending.
My dear old friend will come between us,
A loyal pal I call, Insecurities.
He'll show up to rescue me from my potential felicity,
Leaving me:
Doubting you,
Doubting me,
And ruining us.
If you do some background revisions,
Analyze my unpleasant history,
And study my bizarre ideologies,
Then only you’ll know.
I don’t love not because I choose not to.
I don’t love because I cannot love.
I don’t love because there’s no other way I know how to live...
I love your poems in general but this one's my favorite. The narration, the tone, the words reminds me of a person I knew. Anyway good work! Amicalement votre, Ronberge
'My dear old friend will come between us, A loyal pal I call, Insecurities'. Really good, Anies, and I love the last line too. Some terrific poems lately, Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is great stuff - mature, clever and tightly controlled. Well done. Hugs Anna xxx