Between The Lines

To Henry (1)

You were my escape to the reality
I guess this is why our love will just be a fantasy
A cliche story without a happy ending

Was it your face that made me attracted?
Was it your words that made me fall?
Or was it your actions that made me believed too much?

Tell me.
Say it.
Face me.

Oh, how can you tell me when you left me hanging?
How can you say it when you totally blocked me out of your life?
How can you face me when I don't even know where to find you?

You're unfair.
You're despicable.
You're too much for me.

I loathe you.
I hate you.
But still, I like you.