Scars keep appearing from nowhere.
They keep forming on my legs,
slowly creeping through my veins,
going to my arms.
I don't know who left these scars,
but I think it came from the love  I had for you
well.. I still have the love
After all the embarrassment and disgust you showed me,
I still loved you.
That is what makes me scarred.
After I confessed to you,
you made me into a tool
thinking I was just a fool
that was easy to control and can be misused.
After this abuse, I decide to change my rules
and not be attached to you.
I lured everyone into thinking I was over you,
but I concealed my love that lingered in my heart waiting for you.
I wanted you respond to this quiet call that I have silenced so well.
you keep making me confused by acting like you know me so well.
I have always wondered if you love me or not.
Because your feelings are never abrupt
please.... I beg in secrecy...
Can you please tell me if you love me?
Even though you have always found my love funny
After writing this poem, I sighed and I almost cried.
I just remembered you telling me you loved one of my friend.
Even though I acted like I didn't care.
My heart aches and another scar is made.
Not in my leg or my hand this time,
But right here in my heart.