You tell me you can't,
That you can't stop thinking of her
That you miss her
That you can't tell her to stop leading you on.
That you still love her....
But you tell me you love me
You tell me I'm beautiful and amazing.
You told me you liked me.
So who do you want?
Me or her?
I'm sick of putting myself in the postion where I want someone that I just can't have.
I'm sick of losing sleep over people who have no trouble sleeping without me.
I'm sick of loving and caring about people who just don't feel the same.
So tell me
Me or her?
I'm done with looking like a fool in your corner while you have her in another nearby.
I'm done with being someone's last choice.
I'm done pretending like nothing is wrong when I'm hurting.
So tell me
Me or her?
You tell me about her
How you miss her
How you think she's beautiful.
But you can't see the hurt in my eyes, you can't hear the pain in my voice.
You can't tell that I actually do like you.
You can't tell that it hurts me.
You can't tell.
Me or her?
YOU ARE READING
The words I couldn't tell you
PoesiaThis reveals my inner most thoughts and feelings about people and things in my life. (I think if you stick around you might find this quite intriguing)
