A shitty poem I wrote about a guy who’s not interested
I thought you couldn’t see the nonexistent forest
For the tree covered in rage’s flame
Put out with ice, frozen in time
There’s nothing there and I’m to blame
No one stands in my way but myself
No first choice to lock me out
No competition for love’s crown
I know you don’t think about me how I think about you
And I’m sure you know it too
I try my best to present a perfect picture
But you’re like a flicker
Somehow still better than my best at your worst
Even with all my effort I never register