"you know I don't care"
this knot in my chest, is it pride or longing,
his apathy, a stab in the heart,
did it mean nothing, when I held your hand?
did it mean nothing when we gazed into each other's eyes,
did it mean nothing , the gazes, smiles and tears.
each time I try to pull and hide,
you pull me back in with a flicker of belief that glows,
let me go, leave me alone,
perhaps you don't know each crack you make,
for this painful truth, is that I am scared of hating you,
scared of not "caring", so please I beg let me go.