Poetry is pointless.
I mean, if I can get my point across frankly and succinctly, why bother with form and rhythm. Time is scarce.
That used to be my view.
That was before I met you.
I've struggled like others:
Loneliness, frustration, greed
Anger, envy, insecurity
But those I could brook
It wasn't until I met you that
In my most desperate need of expression
I turned to poetry,
Because you sort of became my obsession.
I've always been happy-go-lucky, you see
Confident in me
Practical, efficient, and fun
I always knew what I know.
But then I fell in love...
And I wrote:
"I know I should not
I cannot although I really want to
I’m inexpert and thus,
My unrequited love is up to you
"To love someone like you
I never thought I would do
If I know what love is,
It is because of only you
"He was he, She- she, Dogs- dogs,
I saw everyone the same.
Then a few months later I looked at you,
Thee as sweet as aspartame.
"'I don’t look at you like I do the rest.
I... I have my first crush
On a guy I barely know.'
Him- the first to make me gush.
“'Nah, I’ve felt lonely.
It’s just my silly head.
You smiled at me. I want to be loved.
It’s not true.' That’s what I said.
"Yet months later
this feeling had not changed
I only loved you more
Knew it was not feigned
"I knew I shouldn't have but
'If you press me to say why loved him,
I can say no more than because he was he,
and I was I.' 'Twas at whim
"I came up with adroit plans
To be with you any given chance
Given a hug once in a blue moon
That was my romance
"You are just so affable and kind.
My haven- but you do not see,
For when you hug me it means so much more-
I want to hug you indefinitely
"I hold grudges over myself
Over superficial things... greed
Yet if I had you they would not matter
Because you are all I need
"Finally, my master plan succeeded
I told you of my love
You hugged me- the best moment of my life
But you were still aloof thereof
"I thought you liked me
Of course, only as a friend
But now it seems I irk you,
Which is not what I intend
"I'll see you and say "hi"
You may reply but without interest
You have much on your mind, I know
But... a conversation? Even the simplest?
"I see you everyday
Always in propinquity
And my heart cries
Because you leave me
"How do I express my unsatiated desire?
Poetry is hard to interpret and love hard to explain
Thus I turn to the poetic form
To purge of this feeling so arcane
"If you only knew I truly love you
I know you do not love me the same way
I know you do not mean to lead me on
But I yearn your friendship each day
"Sometimes I see you angered
Critiquing yourself as subpar
Only because- as I want no one else to see-
You do not know how amazing you are
"Even your name could be no better
Meaning 'gift of God'
You are a gift to the world
You whom I- and many others- laud
"I have a million and one reasons for this
A million and one reasons I fell in love with not him but you.
And I know that when I looked at you that day,
I had crossed the Rubicon, leaving myself askew
"It has become quite the dilemma
I want you, but the reality I know
Yet as much sense as moving on makes
You I cannot forgo
"You are not perfect, but- for me- you are perfect
With you I can be carefree
I need you because I love you
Now if only you needed me
"They say all who fall in love become a poet
And that having thy unrequited love within reach hurts most
I never believed either to be true
But that was before I met you"