Don’t make me feel this way, please,
Don’t.
Don’t make me feel hollow, frayed and
afraid to show even the slightest echo of emotion.

Don’t make me be like you, please,
Don’t.
Don’t make me be heartless, cold and
Ashamed to feel even the slightest hint of hope,
Of love, that maybe we could have been something more than
“Just friends”

I showed myself to you, you showed little in return.
How foolish of me, how cruel of you.

They say it is cowardly to make a soul fall in love with no intention of loving them back. I agree.

I thought I knew enough of you to understand.
I thought I knew enough to understand.

You make me feel this way.
You make me feel ashamed of myself, regrettably so, and you make me feel.

You make me wish I’d never met you. Not always, but sometimes.
Some days it is all I can do to forget you, and that hurts me. I never wanted that to happen.

You made that happen.
You are making that happen.

As each minute, hour, day, week, passes by I still miss you. I am foolish.

I should hate you but I don’t.
I should hate you, but I don’t.