Megan Rose's Poetry

A Puddle On The Floor.

I am melting down like ice spawning a puddle on the floor, 

You keep slipping away out of my hearts door. 

One minute you love me and the next you don’t, 

I ask for your feelings but share them you won’t. 

You know that I love you and that of you I care, 

But you act cruel and so unfair. 

I try to talk and start a conversation, 

But you push me under and I feel nothing but suffocation. 

What must I do and what must I say? 

If I open my mouth I feel nothing from you but dismay. 

I am caught off guard and am so confused, 

Why must you do this to me? 

Are you amused?