Why is it?


I love a woman

who will never love me.

She has it all planned out

and so does "he".

That I'm so far from her

and that it can never be.

I can only sulk and 

clench my teeth.

She is the one i love,

she drives me crazy.


I look at her now 

and i feel sour.

I'm not "him".

I'm not "Mr. Perfect".

I'm just me.