I know I should have stopped myself from feeling these feelings about you.

I know that I should stop thinking about these feelings I have for you.

I know I should ignore them and treat them like they don’t matter because these one’s don’t and they never will.

I know that I should stop writing poetry about you.

I know that I should stop telling people I’m in love with you.

I know that these feelings are selfish and I need to stop them.

I know,

I know,

I know,

and I’m sorry but I can’t. I haven’t learned to let go yet I can’t let go yet.

I’m sorry and I know that I’ll never tell you how I feel and so that’s why I must write.