Zackary Myers Poet Romanticism

Rose-Tinted Dilemma

For what it’s worth, I can’t stop thinking

about the predicament I’m in—

and no matter how many times I think about it,

I’ll always lose.

I’ll never win.



If given the chance,

I would give it my all.

So for me, if I admit it,

I’ll have to take the fall.



I look at you with my rose-tinted glasses

and see all the beauty in the world I need.

But at the same time,

when I look at you,

time passes,

my heart begins to bleed.



Almost anytime I walk into the room,

I smell a sweet smell—

but I take it as a sign

that I have to repel.

I wish it wasn’t that way,

but it’s all so true—

because when I smelled that smell,

I couldn’t stop thinking about you.



Oh, the moral dilemma I’ve put myself in.

I’ll always lose.

I’ll never win.

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