A Really Stupid Poem

To describe it would be to know it.
To know it would be to accept it.
To accept it would be to end it.
How can I end it while I’m still denying it?

There is no end in sight.
There never can be.
But I will not stay and fight.
I just don’t have it in me.

I don’t know if we will survive.
I don’t really care if we do.
So I will take a head-first dive,
Into the sea that is you.

You know me better than I ever will.
I know you not at all.
I know that you don’t love me; still,
Here I go into a free-fall.

I know that you’re mine.
And yours I am not.
You know I’ll be fine,But that was your last shot.