Love, Not Mine. Poem by Micha Memory Asime

Love, not mine.
A life in it, never to be.
Love, not I,
I dive in too deep,
Or jump none at all.
Love, least few.
If ever a bad boy was to be
That's I.
Earliest at seven,
My first girlfriend I did but keep.
Sweet, sexy and calm.
God bless her heart.
Lasted only a year I think.
Love, dear love.
At thirteen, in love,
With one currently my best friend
Cos that's the best and closest she can be,
Her heart, never mine to hold.
Love, ye found me.
Oh m'cherry, thy love root'd in I.
Never to touch, too good for I
Distance a friendly foe.
She left me sitting under the maple tree.
Only knew I loved her, when I let her go...
And I let her go.
Round and round,
Back in her arms I fell.
But never to keep
She left me, yet still, lying calmly crying in bed.
Love, forced love.
When at thirteen, my heart be tripping for someone else,
A chubby girl, her heart she had sworn to I.
Oh I knew it so, but never desired to be.
Months after my beloved's departure,
A truth or dare game
Tied me a knot with dear chubby.
Many a year's loving in secret...
Her wish I granted,
To be with hers charming.
But a year down the line,
On my nerves she got...
A botched relationship from the start it seemed.
Passion was none, desire there was...
But desire's gone, so's everything.
To quit, be celibate,
All that's left for I.
Love, why me.
Love, to stay but out of reach.
If love should strike me again
Strike me mild, strike me sure.
Love, not mine.
Love, oh why.
Ye be friend or foe.