Confused

To be in love is confusing.

If there was but a word to describe

My feelings, it would be confused;

Befuddled, troubled, mystified;

I don’t know what to think or do.

I think I like you,

I take that back;

I think I love you;

Too weak for that.

I don’t know how to deal

With how you act with me.

How can you look like that

And not share my feelings?

 

You’ve always confused me,

Always, from the start.

You looked at me with

A look in your eyes,

And I looked back

But you never tried

To talk to me and

You were cruel at first

Which confused me even more.

And I still don’t know

How you are.

I hated you, then liked you,

Attraction is so difficult.

I want to know what you

Have to say. But I know

You’re just too firm for confessions.

No sign of weakness

On your strange face

Is evident for me

To turn around

In my head over

And over again.

 

I’m confused,

Befuddled, puzzled, mistaken.

I’m overanalyzing everything

We’ve ever said and done.

How can I describe this

Confusion within me?

It’s too much for words and

I can not deal with it

Anymore.

 

So here is the question;

Do you love me or do you not?

I just need an answer

To cease all this

Confusion.

Author's Note

Give me your opinion on this piece. I know it's very...all over the place, so I'd like to make it a lot better. Constructive criticism, please!