Relentless, Wasted Pursuit Poem by Boston Kelley

I look at her and admire her beauty.
I gaze upon her and my heart melts.
My heart starts racing,
Drumming faster with each minute.
My whole body shakes
As my mind races with unimaginable speed.

I approach her yet she turns me away.
To her, I am less than nothing.
I am less than worthless garbage.
Yet I still pursue her
Hoping she will love me.

Why must I chase after her?
What benefits come with such a waste of time?
She rejects me more than I can handle
But I still long for her.
In any way, I relentless chase after her.

Her beauty is now a scar on my heart.
Any similar type of beauty brings me pain.
If I gaze upon a beautiful woman,
I think of her.
If I meet a woman of high status,
I cannot help but feel so inferior.

It is clear these women have no place in my life.
Yet why do I chase after them
As if I couldn't live without them?
Why must I feel such a strong attraction to them?