Things are Complicated When I'm With You

a poem...about a guy...and how impossible he is...

It’s complicated.
That’s what I tell myself.
I don’t need to know.
But its just an excuse
To comfort myself,
Take solace in the fact
That I just can’t tell
What’s going through your mind,
Or just how you feel,
However hard I try.
Because denial
Is so much easier
For me to deal with
Than admitting the truth;
That when I’m with you,
I just don’t know