Why can't I just love you?
Why can't I?
I try so hard to
But love is not so effortless
I try to make myself
Fall in love with your smile
It somewhat even works
For only a while
Your persona is stunning
Always remember that fact
But it seems as though it is not for me
So sorry for your time
Why can't I just love you?
It would save me so much trouble
But instead, I disregard the close flame
And fly close to the burning sun
And I inevitably hurt my whole being
When I could have been warming up
Yet I never learn
And when that sun explodes
I look for another
Despite the ever-burning fire in my room
And the less I attend to the flame
The smaller it becomes
Until it is nothing but bitter ashes
I am sorry for making you so
Bitter and pitiful
And wasting your heat and brightness
While I went to look afar
All I need to do
Is just look closer
But I'm farsighted, really
So I'll have to wear glasses
You know what you should do, though?
You should find another hearth
Somewhere in Antarctica
So you can distinguish the warmth among the cold
And invite them to grow warmer
And they'll invite you to grow warmer
And your flame, your love, will burn for eternity
And that warmth will last forever
Don't worry about me
I'll be fine
That star could not make me
Any more blind than I already am
It will put away my coldness
Until I burn into nothingness
Because that coldness was all
There ever is, was, or will be
Don't waste your time on me
I'm tired of the coldness
but a mere fire like you
Could never melt the glaciers inside
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Author's Note:
Don't worry, I'm not heartbroken nor emo. This was just something I thought about, because that first question popped up in my head today. The rest was me imagining what it would feel like in that situation.
So, did you like it? I'd really appreciate some feedback!
I'm pretty sure you've realized this, but this isn't very much like poetry. I still hope you liked it!
-Stay Hilariously Awesome,
Tia <3
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