I COULD NEVER LOVE YOU
I’m saying your name in rooms filled with others. I am pacing like you would; that’s an habit of yours I would always remember. Now, I am writing a poem about you. Telling my friends I met someone new and I think that’s something I never wanna do! Like a person so much that I bring them up in my group! We are just friends anyways, but I already hate it. I count down to the end of days. I know this feeling and I’d like to make it untrue, because I’ve got a terrible habit of falling for people that are “not good”! So, I will let you go. I would learn to stop calling your name by mistake or thinking about when I would send you a love letter via mail. I’ve done that before, the scars of it still stays. People usually say “fall in love with a poet and it would be the best decision made”! I would have agreed but don’t fall in love with me. I would scar you in 759 ways; a hundred multiplications of the wounds left in my way. Don’t fall in love with me...
