・Our Sweet Whispers・

Poem #2

Stop it. Whatever it is that you do.
Making me reconsider pulling myself away from you.

I want to be gone, cut off from your world,
but with each smile and laugh, my emotions are swirled.

You have nothing to offer me, no intellect, no skill,
nothing in my heart I wish you to instill.

But you call me smart, sarcastic, and pretty,
while I insult you or look down with pity.

You ignore my flaws, while your own disappear,
out of my sight, leaving me feeling so queer.

I feel myself falling, no means of prevention,
wiping away every single intention.

Falling for you, no hope of returning,
filled with emotions that are slightly concerning.

I don't want to love you, but somehow I must
accept your imperfections, learn to adjust.

After all this, I now understand,
it is you, not I, to be loved with heart and hand.

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