I only write for you
It’s true
I poured my heart out
All over the pages
But I’ll never know you
I do wish I could know you
I pushed the feelings so far down
That some days don’t bear your aftertaste
But no matter what I do I run right smack dab back to you
My meaningless life has meaning with you in it
Even if it’s just to be your silent tragic non-lover
Quietly bearing witness to your charming life
And weeping my thoughts into the web
Maybe I’m some chalked up metaphor
The universe shaped for a laugh
Some story of the unworthy
Seeking after the worthy
But this all would never be here
And no one will ever read it
But perhaps some day a lonely robot will find these words
And think it knows love
But now I am the lonely robot
Thinking as long as I don’t feel
I don’t have to love
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