I regret when I write romantically
It catches me off balance,
And, upon looking back,
I catch myself feeling disdain
For a me that was far too feeling than stoic
For a me who couldn’t see the future for what it could be
For a me who was caught up living in the moment
And not watching for the downward spiral
That being said,
I’m imagining a life with you
But I hardly know you yet
If at all.
I've written a great deal of feeling within the medium that is poetry, but I almost always find distaste in it. This is particularly the case with "love" or "infatuation" pieces. This is a not-so-subtle reflection on such, but the desire to give it up is filled with nothing but false will.