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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