Random poems

The Break Up

Its not you and its not me, its both of us. I pushed you away and you liked someone else. So I guess you still want to be friends, even though I said I need space. I don't  want you to see me cry for you. I don't want you to think i'm pathetic. But you're so clueless, I don't have anything to worry about. Or maybe you just don't care that you hurt me. Maybe deep inside you hate me, but you try to hide it. I know I do. Maybe it's because I hurt you. I'm sorry that I pushed you, I was scared. I don't want to be friends and I hide that inside me every day of my life