A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

Bound to Love

The searing scars of your name on my heart,
Start to ache whenever you're near.
And I don't want to die,
Without you knowing the truth behind my lie.
When I told you I no longer liked you,
Those were the falsest words I have uttered in my life.

Wiling away the hours,
Picking petals off of flowers.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
I find truth in the latter thought.

I search for you when I'm in town,
As if you'd ever actually be around.
I'm such a fool, and you know it too.
Just the sight of you makes my heart pound.
It is to you, my dear,
That I am bound.