I Tell Her 'I Think I'M Falling In Love With You' Poem by Jame Paise

I knew it was hopeless, that it could never be, but she needed to know that she touched my heart and it hurt. That she disappointed me from her abundance of humanity and lack of ethereal belonging to me. She needed to know because or else I would despise her from the paranoia that leeched at my lungs, made me think she knew when she didn't, that made me think it was intentional when it wasn't. I fell in love with a human who loved me back. Like a sister, like a peer, and I knew, tears mixing with the wet dirt in the alley in which we stood, that I told her for the sake of love, for the sake of truth, for the sake that amidst it all, there might have been hope. I am hopelessly romantic, despite what you may think. I am weak despite what the world asks of me. I love you despite your love for another. I love you as a friend despite my love for you as a lover. I love you despite my yearn for a man to want me, roughly. Natasha, you are an angel that makes me weep, not because you do not want to be with me, but because with you, I know that we deserve more than the pain we succumb to, because you make me feel like a faerie, you keep my spirit alive and strip me naked of my walls, see me for who you believe me to be.

We are so young, and I know more women will come, more men will come, but for this moment, I will honour your existence, with a half-hearted grin, and a tremor, full-bodied, cafeine-induced I'll lead myself to believe.