why do you keep me when you say we're strangers 
                              because i know for sure its not because you like me 
                              why haven't you blocked me 
                              i asked you that yesterday and you said 
                              "why would I" 
                              i didn't understand 
                              wasn't the answer clear 
                              we never talk
                              you will never let me close 
                              you told me to find someone else 
                              you don't care about me 
                              we will never meet 
                              and i don't trust you 
                               nothing will ever change 
                              you said so yourself 
                              and im tired 
                              theres a limit to how much pain i can handle 
                              and i passed my limit long ago 
                              i don't want to deal with this anymore 
                              i hate this 
                              thing 
                              i don't even know what we are 
                              we aren't friends 
                              but not lovers 
                              i guess 
                              if anything we're strangers 
                              because nothing holds us together 
                              i know nothing about you 
                              and im sure you'll forget i exist 
                              so why do you keep me 
                              why do you lie and say you like me
                              i know its a lie so why 
                              isn't it easier to block me and forget i exist
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              YOU ARE READING
To You
Poetry"love balances on a small line something so small can break it the love changes without a warning and you ask yourself when did it really start to break"
 
                                               
                                                  