Why Now?
Why now?
When I finally should be happy,
why pop up now.
Why not when I needed someone.
I get to see you ever day,
I don't even get to see my supposed you
every day.
How am I supposed to love to people?
Polar opposites never the less.
Break it right down the middle and give them both a half.
One won't even want half of my heart,
never the less me.
All I can do is look from a far.
This poem is about:
Me