He loves me, I love him not.

"I love you."
You do?
I want to say it too.
I want to say those words you want to hear.
I love you too.
But I can't seem to find my voice,
Nevertheless, find my own right mind.

Make me laugh.
Call me every night to talk me to sleep.
Wake me up every morning so you can tell me how much you love starting your day with me.
I find myself wanting to hold you,
I find myself wanting to find myself,
To find him.
Not you.

I find myself not wanting to write poetry about you.
These butterflies don't flutter by at the sound of your name,
But they go crazy for him,
They love him.
Though, I no longer get the pleasure of hearing his voice,
Of him telling me he yearns for me,
Pleading to come see me.
He's abandoned me,
And I just want him back.
But I've got you, don't I?
My butterflies beg to differ,
They miss him.

Emotions are defined as "an instance of this". 
Of what?
Love, hate, hurt, lonliness?
In that case,
My emotions are running wild.
Thrashing through every breath,
Clawing at my heart.
Is it over yet?

"What's wrong?"
What's wrong is,
I don't know if I love you back.
You are the only one here,
The only one that has confessed to loving me so,
To wanting to hold me,
Kiss me,
Be with me.
And I still find myself wanting to say his name.
Not yours.

"Nothing. And, I love you too."
"Goodnight, baby."
"Goodnight."

It's over with.
I've settled.

Reviews

[Alicia™]

That is plain awesomeness.

[Magdelena]

Oh this was such a pleasure to read.. I related with it all! The imagery in my minds eye was wandering with your words.. Funny how love is.. "He loves me, he loves me not"

This line.. Perfection!

"It's over with.
I've settled."


Yup. Been there, still there..

Mag xx