Just Listen

I cannot explain it.

I know it hurts you.

It hurts me.

It isn’t logical.

Never was

For a few weeks

it might have been acceptable.

Had I kissed you then

you might have forgiven me.

You realise of course

it’s obsession not love.

I know it too.

It changes nothing.

I wish you hated me.

Blatantly, obviously,

to-my-face hated me.

It wouldn’t stop it,

but maybe it would

be easier.

On both of us.

I can’t control it.

If I could I wouldn’t hate

myself so much.

Do you even understand

what I’m saying?