Unlovable Few

Love and loneliness of youth

As I live,
I live in part.
I can't fully breathe,
Under the weight of my heart.

To know love
In simplest truth,
And to know the lust
Of the simplest youth.

Yet

Into the former, I've fallen
For whom is stuck on the latter.
Merely, I adorn her;
More, I conform for her.

So here, in this love,
I lie to be admirably true,
Because I am just another
Of the unlovable few.