She’s always around me,
But she’s never near me.
I want to be with her,
But I can’t approach her.
She’s just so full of life,
And always so happy.
I pretend I don’t think
About the question, just
So I don’t scare her off.
She’s so cute and perfect;
Clearly, she’s the right one for me.
But apparently I’m not the right one for her.
I’m not as good as any of the other guys
Because they’re smart, athletic, attractive,
While I’m weird, creepy and crazy.
She has no idea how much I love her.
How can she not see it?
But I don’t care if she doesn’t know the extent
Of my endless love for her.
I’ll still be her friend.
But for how much longer before I break?
How much longer can I take watching her
With other guys,
When I know that she should be with me
And not with them?
She needs to be with me!
Because she’s my true love, my soul mate,
And I will never be complete
Until she’s only mine.
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Even if the poem isn't too good, you can at least be entertained by the saying I've thought of: "The difference between romantic and creepy is how much the other person is into you", which was thought of long before this poem was written, but applies so well here.
