The Wrongest Man (A Sonnet)

I am in love and I cannot help it
At the sight of him my heart skips a beat
I am in love and I cannot stand it
With the wrongest man I ever could meet

Does he know I'm alive, can he see what I feel?
Shall I tell him about my love or what?
Imagine just how that would make him feel!
Surely I'm not such an idiot!

By no means can I get him out of my head
First I want to cry and then I feel sick
I will go and get me a wooden stick
And hit me over the silly head instead

What have I done to deserve such a fate?
Don't want to love but already it's too late...

UPDATE:
The Wrongest Man, v.2 (not really a sonnet)

You always fall in love
With the wrongest man,
And the stars above
Never give a damn.

The wrongest man will hurt
Your feelings, even though,
When you subvert,
He doesn't even know

That you loved him.
So listen, silly girl,
Your fate is not grim,
Your heart will swirl.

You'll find the one, one day,
Let the wrongest man go away.