The Most Irrational Feeling
I’m in love with you but we spoke
For so long that we became
Untranslatable. I don’t know if it’s right
To trust someone I fell
That hard for, I mean
Clearly she was pretending
To be someone I dream of
All so that she could be interested in
Someone else, and leave me hanging, right…?
That’s how love works isn’t it?
Or is it just the woman I wish I was with
That I will fall in love, see
I have a condition. One where
The grass is always greener. The job
Could always be better. The food
Almost as good as I remember.
Never as good as the sex I have
In my dreams and fantasies I am
Sick of lusting
I wish I could discipline the love I have
Into the love that it should be and yet
I just have no control over
The most irrational feeling.