A poem about a man hurting the Author. |
The way you act around me And then your actions hurt more Than you plain out telling me that you don’t like me The way I like you At the moment you are being a hypocrite Your actions and what you allow Beg to differ than what you tell The people around me say we act like a couple And that you like me the same way But I don’t see it I’m kind of tired of liking a guy Who’s unknowingly hurting me more than anything. “You’re the best, Steph. Better than anyone else.” How can I stop the tears rolling down my face? They don’t stop They are always in my eyes when I think of you As everyone tells me that you like me They reassure me And it works until I see you And then I know it can’t be true I don’t know anymore I can’t love you And I can’t give you up You make me want to jump with joy And then cry rivers of tears I’m confused when I’m with you I like you one moment And then the next I hate you I want to hug you And then I realise It seems weird now Oh well It doesn't matter, I guess But it does You won’t ever see my tears You may know I cry But you’ll never know exactly why You may know that they’re for you But you won’t understand why I’ll do all my crying away from you In the rain alone |