poems with no names

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I love you 

But not in the way you want me to 

And I hate it too

Because you’d have made me so happy 

If we were together. 

so I hate the fact I can’t love you 

At least not in the way you want me to. 

I would lament at how misplaced we are. 

Your unrequited love. 

My fake, sorry smile. 

How it’s always going to be 

you and I, but not us. 

You are my brother, friend,

my nagging, loving caretaker. 

The one who would understand, 

the one who would stay, 

the one who knows my faults 

and loves me anyways. 

Oh, but why can’t you be the one? 

But I love you. 

Just... not in that way.