What You Impair

I laugh at the sheer irony,
Of how I love you so,
You are so very spiteful,
But I can't seem to let you go.

I shouldn't have allowed you,
To get within my mind,
Because I think you want to stay,
And I cannot leave you behind.

By no means am I certain,
Though I feel it could be true,
Perhaps you do not realize;
You don't know what you do.

Perchance you can't conceive it,
All the devastation you have dealt,
I hope you would act differently,
If you knew just how I felt.

So torn between two feelings,
I shouldn't feel in any way,
I ought not love nor fear you,
But still I do, to this day.

Each new morning I am waking,
To recall the dreadful verity:
I am in love with a reprobate,
And I perceive it in all clarity.

I suppose I must've lost my wits,
But I cannot bring myself to care,
No longer am I stopping you,
I'll learn to mend what you impair.