Love Him

Man, I could of fell head over heels
Liked really really dived into the feels
If he had just kept the door open-perfection, yet so hot and cold
I want to stay in the game, but I fear my hand not enough, and I might have to fold
So incredibly frustrated
My feelings being castrated
Past poetry
Marble Man and the ever Elusive White Rabbit
Was nothing but fucked up floetry
Why cant two imperfects work
Understanding hurt should be a perk
Indifferent and cold
Silly me, I was told
Yet my stupid heart yearns
As disappointment burns
Fuck I would of married this one
But everything feels jumbled and kinda done
I love him, but can I accept crumbs