I wrote this poem quite a few years ago, about trying to be in a relationship while depressed, with someone who isn't. I didn't write it about anyone in particular, but then remembered the poem the other day, and realized how well it applied to my last girlfriend. So I dug it up and sent it to her. She claims to have loved it. The rhyme scheme is as simple as they get, and it's not great, but I think this is the best description of my emotions that I've ever been able to put to words. Anyway, I figured I'd post it here, to see if maybe someone else was able to relate. You laugh, you sing, you dance, you fly. It looks so fun, I want to try. But as I start, that dog, jet black, Has seized my mind and pulled me back. I think I cannot take the chance, That he should mock my silly dance. I know him wrong, and make the choice, To disregard his jeering voice. We start to dance, our bodies tight, As I reflect your carefree light, And I clutch tight that foreign thought, That past and future mean but naught. My heart believes this honest lie. For just one beat I thought we'd fly. I lost what I had thought I'd found. We tried, but could not leave the ground. You cannot lift my heavy weight. It isn't you, it's me I hate. It's out of mind, but still I know. I try and try but can't let go. I wish I could remember more. The way you smelled, the dress you wore. Those memories have turned to fog, And nothing's left except the dog.