AnthonyA Poem by Jane LockheartMy current problem.You hurt me. Stabbed me right in the heart.
Unintentionally.
We were never "together". But I wanted to be. No, I still want to be. Even now I can't stop thinking about you.
My obsession.
Never leaving my thoughts. I don't think you realize what you do.
Insane.
That's what you make me.
It's not your fault I never told you. You were just having fun. What's wrong with that. I was enjoying the ride too.
The fact that you don't like me, doesn't hurt as much as the fact, that you pretended to like me. You were fooling around. It's my fault I didn't catch on. Too cought up in the moment. I can only blame myself. You are the innocent.
Self pity?
I refuse.
I can't make you like me. What would that make me?
Desperate.
Am I?
No.
In love.
I'm trying to understand. I hate you but at the same time I love you. But I shouldn't hate you. I'm the one who had it all wrong.
Whose to blame?
No one.
That's life.
You still talk to me, everyday like nothing happened. I am thankful. I don't know what I would do, if I ever lost you. Well, as a friend at least. thats good enough for me. © 2011 Jane LockheartAuthor's Note
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