Am I really quite as stupid, as you seem to think?
You spew your lies and stories, with barely time to blink.
Still each time I listen, and try to put things right.
Each time you say your hurting, I feel my chest get tight.
You took advantage of my kindness, and left me feeling lost.
I wished to be a friend to you, but I cannot pay the cost.
I lay awake and worry, are you safe and well?
But now you won’t talk to me, so I have no way to tell.
I’m not sure if you realise, the pain you put me through.
But it is beyond cruel and evil, if in fact you do.
So maybe I am that stupid, as right here, I’ll always be.
I just wish you saw the damage, each time that you hurt me.
A poem about caring about someone who, not only doesn’t feel the same, but seemingly wants to hurt you.