Spring again

The fact that I still miss you
doesn’t mean a thing.
It’s just my crazy hormones
enhanced by the spring.

That’s how it is every time
when I fall in love.
It’s never pretty and smooth,
instead it’s just rough.

I’ve a shitty taste in men,
always falling for
someone who’d start to hate me
when I request more

than just an acquaintanceship.
I lose ere I had.
That’s all what love is for me,
it’s stupid and bad.

And so I strive to kill it,
but to no avail.
The longing  and desirous
feelings still prevail.

I wish it never happened,
that I hadn’t met
for whomever currently
I’m losing my head.

But why mind it as long as
it doesn’t matter
to you? It certainly should
not to me either.

I understand very well
that I should forget
you, since I stand no chance. But
how do I do that?