Why is it,
That I like you?
Like you more,
Than our distant friendship,
Could ever allow.
Why is it,
That you have no problem
Saying anything in front of me,
Even if it’s about you,
And my best friend.
But you’d never tell me.
Why is it,
That no matter how many hints I give you,
You can’t take them.
Why is it, that just as I realize,
It won’t work,
And I do my best,
To move on,
You come around.
You can’t leave me alone.
I talk to you every day.
And I try to tell myself,
I’m over you,
We can just be close friends.
But I’m lying to myself.
Why is it,
That I believe my lies?
I lie, and I tell myself,
“It’s him!” not you.
I give myself dreams,
And hopes.
I say I want them,
But deep down,
I know I don’t.
Why is it,
These fake fantasies come true?
I say I’m happy.
No I’m not.
Why is it,
He’s not you?