Ignorance Is This. A poem.

I ignore her when she’s near
Easier to build walls of insecurity
Defences built on shyness and rejection fears
So I talk to other women
Because I do not care for them
I pretend she isn’t there
Why am I so unfair (to myself, to her)
I wonder if she ever wonders why?
Guess not, I’m just some other guy
Who she connected with briefly
Forgotten in the landscape of friends, work, uni
Here I am: isolated, cold, stalled
Wondering why I can’t talk to her at all
Yet I hope and pray
That she might love me one day
Why do I bother to even try
Why do I bother to ask why

Ignorance isn’t bliss
Ignorance is this

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