Hmmm…just an unrhymed poem (mostly). I do love blank verse.

"I Can't Love You"

You.

I look at you and you twist your head away.

This late in the game, I still find things weird.

As strange as seeing time change.

(-----)

It's not fun anymore when you watch your own funeral,

And everybody's laughing.

The joke ends with the last word of your self-written eulogy.

And my life?

Well it begins where yours starts to quiver.

(-----)

I.

I look at you and I think of how I'll never really know you.

How you'll never really know me.

You'll never really know you.

(-----)

Me.

I lost much of myself to you,

But I regret nothing.

Lord knows I'm so burnt out this far,

But I still can't wait to become a twenty-something.

And I swear I didn't even mean to rhyme.

(-----)

We?

Questioning that only makes it stronger.

The whos and whats of your entourage would be proud.

(-----)
Look.

If I rearrange my soul,

Would your eyes warm that same frigid spot on my face?

Is squinting going to make me see more of your perfections, less of your flaws?

(-----)
Trying would make liking you such a chore.

Giving up would kill all our unborn hopes.

And, I LOVE YOU too much to do exactly that.