Obsessed with the thought of love, not with me
Not of what we are, but what we could be.
You say you love me… yet you just love the thought
Not worth the fight that should be fought
Soon you will discover what really is true
That you didn’t feel what you thought when you said ‘i love you’
In your eyes
because perfect is what you want me to be,
but its not truly me.
Dated January 20th, 2004
By Matthew Henrickson
Category: Matthew Henrickson Poetry