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,
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,
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...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem