Poetry Can Show Your Darkest Secrets

you left me...

i want you to stay,

but i don't know how to tell you.

i say i'm fine,

and you believe me.

after a while i grow sad again,

yet you aren't there to help me.

all i want is for you to love me,

like i love you.

if you would just pay attention,

to the hurt in my voice.

maybe you'd understand my pain,

and know i don't have a choice.

i cry and cry,

and you say it will be fine.

but it won't because you still don't understand why.

the truth is that this is all your fault.

i want to trust you,

but you go and do these things over and over.

i tell you again and you reply with,

it's fine once more.

each time you say that,

my heart breaks a little.

feeling like you don't care,

leaves it brittle.

then when i tell you one last time,

you go and leave me on my own.

i soon realize what is happening,

and sit there all alone.

to know you are truly gone,

leaves me knowing the truth.

you don't love me,

and that's the cold, hard truth.