about a boy. | poetry

your

i don't know

whether

to be happy

or to just stay emotionless

when you started

talking to me

again.

you apologized,

a lot of times.

but, unlike last time,

i forgave you

right away,

because i'm an idiot,

believing you

after you apologized

for the fifth time.

i'm an idiot

to believe that

you actually sincerely

apologized.

i'm an idiot

to trust you

that your "sorry"s

were sincere.

because i'm always the idiot,

because i'm always the one

getting hurt.

you know?

i think it's unfair.

a person can love someone

so much,

even much more than

they love themselves,

but that someone

can't even

love them back.

but i think

the world's really just

cruel and unfair.