Loving you is like poison, the more I reduce your insecurities and fears, the more I’m rejected, ignored and then comes the tears.
Tears I cry for the love we once had, love that broke spells but kept us bound to each other.
The closer, I get to you, the further away I am from me. You blur my lines of confidence and self-assurance. You have dismantled my emotions, leaving them to be baked, baked in the cake of delusion. Your sweet “maybes” and “I need you” are the icing that keeps me coming back.
Back to the conclusion, that you love me. I mean I’m not deluded or insane. Nor am I crazy, misguided, or perplexed.
See I know that every word you speak makes me weak, everything you don’t say could have meant the world to me. This cycle of your love and my, self hate, will finally come to an end.
Simply because the closer I get to you, the further away I am from me.
Angelo is a 2nd year student at Ryerson. He plans to become an actor, songwriter, poet, author, and a lawyer. Poetry is a way for him to cope with the everyday stresses of life.