Do or Die

I guess this poem basically surrounds infatuation and the act of taking chances in love, or lack of doing so therefore.

Redundancy at it's finest,

Stupidity as well.

Wrapped around a wicked web

Of an infatuation spell.

 

Nothing is what it seems with you

Or is it just obvious as day?

Many things, many days,

And your many, many ways.

 

I want to hate, but why can I wait?

This just needs to go away

But maybe not quite yet,

For, dear, I regret,

Time shall tell.

 

I find myself screaming into the air

Words I wish would reach your ears

But that may just be mypathetic excuse

To get your pretty face over here

Every time you come around,

Bitter sweetness fills my air.

The looks, I see them all.

The comments, I hear them all.

The stares, I catch them all.

You're s**t out of luck.

 

You leave me with a blankness

Utter confusion that rots my brain

Overanalyzation is my hobby

And I can't possibly go more insane,

For this is unhealthy.

 

It's do or die at this point, my love.

You haven't got a choice.

If you have something to say, now's your chance,

Speak or forever hold your peace.

But that peace won't save your life,

Not as long as I'm alive.