This is one of my favorite poems, among the ones I've written. (Yes, I have favorites of my own poetry.)
That one guy you like so much, knowing he'll never like you back.
That one guy who you fell too hard for, a one sided love that you knew was bad from the start.
And you still hope, and you still feel sad.
You analyze everything about yourself, trying to find what it is you don't have, and you torture yourself every night with the decision to still hold on to that nonexistent sliver of hope.
You're a hypocrite because if your friend were in this situation you would tell her to move on, but you yourself cannot follow that.
You rate yourself based off your flaws and all your faults that keep adding up. List of embarrassing moments? Ever increasing. So how could he, the epitome of perfection in all his imperfection, like someone like you?
And yet, no matter how many mornings you resolve to stop caring about him, your heart does not listen. It jumps and flutters at his sight, and then it drops, weighed down by sadness.
The voices in your head whisper "You're a fool!" and you feel the pangs of despair.
OH, HEART, WHY?
I see him and my heart,
It flutters.
It jumps, it flutters,
And then it drops.
It drops,
Realizing for the umpteenth time
That this wonderful guy,
He’ll never be mine.
And I stand heartbroken and sad,
I stand there critiquing myself,
For who could love a girl like me,
As far from flawless as one can be?
Who else would know
What’s wrong and right
And still choose a path of regret
Every night?
Who would try to convince herself
Of opposite theories at the same time?
Who else could be
A bigger hypocrite?
I should hate, but I care still more
And I know this will hurt me more and more.
Because while my mind wisely says “move on”,
My stupid heart strongly still holds on.
And when I see him
My heart jumps and flutters
For a brief moment before
Growing as heavy as boulders
And dropping, killing me slowly from inside…
Oh, heart, why oh why oh why?
You know he'll never be yours, and it's better, healthier, for you to stop caring. But no matter how much our mind wisely lectures us, our foolish hearts will betray and continue to long and pine for him.
No, you'll never get over him. Oh, heart, why?
That one guy you like so much, knowing he'll never like you back.
That one guy who you fell too hard for, a one sided love that you knew was bad from the start.
And you still hope, and you still feel sad.
You analyze everything about yourself, trying to find what it is you don't have, and you torture yourself every night with the decision to still hold on to that nonexistent sliver of hope.
You're a hypocrite because if your friend were in this situation you would tell her to move on, but you yourself cannot follow that.
You rate yourself based off your flaws and all your faults that keep adding up. List of embarrassing moments? Ever increasing. So how could he, the epitome of perfection in all his imperfection, like someone like you?
And yet, no matter how many mornings you resolve to stop caring about him, your heart does not listen. It jumps and flutters at his sight, and then it drops, weighed down by sadness.
The voices in your head whisper "You're a fool!" and you feel the pangs of despair.
OH, HEART, WHY?
I see him and my heart,It flutters.
It jumps, it flutters,
And then it drops.
It drops,
Realizing for the umpteenth time
That this wonderful guy,
He’ll never be mine.
And I stand heartbroken and sad,
I stand there critiquing myself,
For who could love a girl like me,
As far from flawless as one can be?
Who else would know
What’s wrong and right
And still choose a path of regret
Every night?
Who would try to convince herself
Of opposite theories at the same time?
Who else could be
A bigger hypocrite?
I should hate, but I care still more
And I know this will hurt me more and more.
Because while my mind wisely says “move on”,
My stupid heart strongly still holds on.
And when I see him
My heart jumps and flutters
For a brief moment before
Growing as heavy as boulders
And dropping, killing me slowly from inside…
Oh, heart, why oh why oh why?
You know he'll never be yours, and it's better, healthier, for you to stop caring. But no matter how much our mind wisely lectures us, our foolish hearts will betray and continue to long and pine for him.
No, you'll never get over him. Oh, heart, why?
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