Was it love that I felt when he called me his Angel?
Was it?
Sometimes it is so hard to tell what goes on his head,
One minute I’m his world the next I’m just a girl he knows...
I don’t know what to feel anymore.
He is playing with my heart,
But why am I letting him get away with it?
Is it because I love him?
Or because of fear of the only person who understand me,
Maybe he is pretending...
But who knows?
Was it love when he pushed me away,
And said don’t touch me like that we are in public?
Is it love when you can’t even hold the hand of someone you love?
Maybe to him its love,
But to me it’s slowly becoming torture,
And very painful to bear...
