When I wrote my very first love poem, it was to her.
I wrote my last love poem for her, for anyone.
And all the time i wasted inbetween.
I need to realize our proper relationship, nothing more.
It is obvious how I care about her.
I was dreaming to be with her after I stabilized mentally.
She and everyone in her family are extremely healthy.
Why would anyone want to get with someone who knows nothing but dysfunction?
I have made a conscious rule on not have another child, because it would just be spreading the illness to him/her.
I will never meet another person like you.
I will not be able to forget her, being both a gift and a curse.
Thinking of how she was; her sense of humor, her humility, her personality, her strength, her infallible skills in motherhood, her work ethic, her sympathy, and how beautiful she was.
I will also remember that she didn't want anything to do with me.
It's hard enough as it is, but I also have a huge amount of fear of being/feeling rejected.
My intense feelings of being/feeling unwanted by someone I love, is also a big problem for me.
She was my entire motivation to getting better.
She still is but for different reasons.
It switched from believing we would become lovers, to not disappointing her, because she works extremely hard at her job.
I wish she felt the way I feel about her.
Then maybe the poems could have been thought of as romantic, not just flattery.
I never tried to be romantic before.
I always thought of it as ass kissing, trying to get into someone’s pants.
