you are my obsession
and i don’t even know you
right?
no i feel like i do
i can predict
oh wow
why didn’t i see that before?
i know what you like
you’re me
no no wait i don’t want to
manufacture
a love that you don’t feel.
so once again i surrender
and in the meantime i’ll pretend the love poems you’re writing for me are longer than mine for you
and in the meantime i’ll write myself to find some peace
to find meaning in the void
the great in between
of not knowing how you feel
or at least pretending i don’t.
god, i’m a maniac.
and you are too complicated for my own good.