Regretfully ignorant of your own perceptions
I wish you could forget the complications
Try to reduce yourself to only truth
of how you feel.
I find myself needing to know if my hopes
can be hoped for.
Or if I need to find a way to let go of all of them
I don't believe in the impossibilities
of loving you.
I know only that I do, love you,
and that it will never fade away.
I have kept my pain hidden deep
smothered by the fakeness of my life.
It fills me up.
But I still tried to forget it.
And to forget how much the forgetting
You have always been the only one
to make the pain dissipate.
that I am so entirely in love with you
that I find myself wanting you,
wanting you back,
wanting to be with you again and,
wanting you to want me too.
Yet a part of me realizes that you are
regretfully ignorant of your own perceptions