When you looked at me that night,
I was happy...but hurt.
Happy because I saw something in your eyes that said you remembered us,
But sad because I didn't know if it was real.
The smile, the brown eyes, the blinking,
It all felt so warm.
I was happy to be in the position I was.
I didn't want the night to end.
But every happiness has cracks in them.
It's still not the same, nor will it ever be.
That is why it hurts.
The things I witnessed that day…
I don't know what to believe.
In my face with sweetness,
Then a cold shoulder.
Bipolar?
I don't want to assume a disease upon you,
But you're so confusing.
I blame it on the age,
Blame it on the lack of knowledge,
Blame it on situations of the past,
I blame it on you and me.
But I really don't know where it really came from.
I see you stare but I try to avoid temptation.
I'm sorry for kissing you on your forehead,
It wasn't my place or time.
You say you love me,
How's your love?
What is it to you?
Your definition, please.
Because I know its nowhere near my type of love I have for you.