Bart Gunshot
Site Founder
I am actually really really proud of this poem. Its sad, its deep, but that is the person I am. I write from my own experiences and from my heart. This is basically my life story retold in a love poem. Its personal, but I love it so much that I had to share. Enjoy.
Love is a sickness, it drives you insane.
I want out of it, it just causes me pain.
People call it romance, I call it deceiving.
For no one means, what you are receiving.
Its those moments I think back to.
When we were together, as two.
So many mistakes, I could be with you now.
But because I left, you have moved on now.
I was an idiot to try and find other friends.
Friendships were short, meeting their ends.
When I came to you, you welcomed me back.
Even when you found new friends in fact.
Things were great, we all had a great time.
But we weren't as close of friends this time.
The time went on and things stayed the same.
Until you felt it was time to change the game.
You began to flirt with me, but I pushed you away.
For at that time I only wanted to be friends anyway.
Then I began to like you, but I was too shy to speak.
I just let you go on, looking back now that was bleak.
I began to build courage, but I had missed my time.
You moved on as you do, to a boyfriend this time.
I moved on as there wasn't much I could do.
Another relationship, but it was the worst I could do.
It went on like this for quite some while.
I think I should have just used my guile.
But I didn't think I had a possible chance.
However as it went on I just lost that chance.
Then we all transitioned and found a new place.
I tried to move on and find a new face.
Nothing I did would work, as I was still very shy.
I decided to work on overcoming that, by just saying "hi."
I reached out to you once again.
Only with the intention of being friends.
But those feelings I had, still have not left.
So I decided to go for the small chance I had left.
You began to flirt and this gave me a false hope.
That I had a chance for you, at least I hoped.
I built up that courage to ask you.
I hoped that your boyfriend would become "who?"
But I should've known better you don't cheat.
Confused with your response, I expected to be beat.
But you simply said you weren't single, leaving it open.
Wether out of kindness or feelings, I was broken.
I don't know your feelings for me.
Its terrible to not know, wouldn't you agree?
You stopped your flirting, but now care more.
You talk to me more and text me more.
Why is this happening? What are you trying?
I feel so confused, like inside I am dying.
You hint that you like me, but don't say so.
Just tell me what you really mean, go.
Now I lay here wondering what I could possibly do.
I just feel terrible for all those things I did and do.
I hurt my chance, and more importantly you.
Forgive me please, I just want you.
I want to get over this, but physically cannot.
Can't stop thinking about you, though its for naught.
I know that we will never ever be together.
Not now, not then, not ever.
Love is a sickness, it drives you insane.
I want out of it, it just causes me pain.
People call it romance, I call it deceiving.
For no one means, what you are receiving.
Its those moments I think back to.
When we were together, as two.
So many mistakes, I could be with you now.
But because I left, you have moved on now.
I was an idiot to try and find other friends.
Friendships were short, meeting their ends.
When I came to you, you welcomed me back.
Even when you found new friends in fact.
Things were great, we all had a great time.
But we weren't as close of friends this time.
The time went on and things stayed the same.
Until you felt it was time to change the game.
You began to flirt with me, but I pushed you away.
For at that time I only wanted to be friends anyway.
Then I began to like you, but I was too shy to speak.
I just let you go on, looking back now that was bleak.
I began to build courage, but I had missed my time.
You moved on as you do, to a boyfriend this time.
I moved on as there wasn't much I could do.
Another relationship, but it was the worst I could do.
It went on like this for quite some while.
I think I should have just used my guile.
But I didn't think I had a possible chance.
However as it went on I just lost that chance.
Then we all transitioned and found a new place.
I tried to move on and find a new face.
Nothing I did would work, as I was still very shy.
I decided to work on overcoming that, by just saying "hi."
I reached out to you once again.
Only with the intention of being friends.
But those feelings I had, still have not left.
So I decided to go for the small chance I had left.
You began to flirt and this gave me a false hope.
That I had a chance for you, at least I hoped.
I built up that courage to ask you.
I hoped that your boyfriend would become "who?"
But I should've known better you don't cheat.
Confused with your response, I expected to be beat.
But you simply said you weren't single, leaving it open.
Wether out of kindness or feelings, I was broken.
I don't know your feelings for me.
Its terrible to not know, wouldn't you agree?
You stopped your flirting, but now care more.
You talk to me more and text me more.
Why is this happening? What are you trying?
I feel so confused, like inside I am dying.
You hint that you like me, but don't say so.
Just tell me what you really mean, go.
Now I lay here wondering what I could possibly do.
I just feel terrible for all those things I did and do.
I hurt my chance, and more importantly you.
Forgive me please, I just want you.
I want to get over this, but physically cannot.
Can't stop thinking about you, though its for naught.
I know that we will never ever be together.
Not now, not then, not ever.
I know it's difficult to do a lot of times but, you'll need to do this for your own self (as the here and now is all that we have and which is for certain).
