Abundance of poems;

Why;?

I used to wish to the
Stars above that
One day;
You'll notice me.
One day;
You'll hold me right
Into your arms
And kiss the daylight
Out of me;
That you'll never get tired
Of saying you love me
But things have change;
Everyday;
Every single day;
I look up into
The dark sky;
Filled with nothing
But dark clouds;
Wishing that one day;
I'll forget about you.
That this aching heart
Of mine will soon ease.
That the memory of ours;
Kissing; cuddling and laughing
Will soon vanish.
But why do I kept seeing the
Image of you;
Kissing her;
Holding her hand;
Stroking your fingers
Right through her
Goddamn hair?
Why?