NextGen1 (03-18-2010)
She says she loves me
I say she loathes me
I try so hard, to win her heart
She doesn't try to do anything
She does what she wants
I do what she wants
I cry to myself sometimes at night
She tells me to stop, I'm being stupid
She doesn't realize I love her
I tell her I would die for her
I would do anything she wanted me to
She doesn't give two shits about what I want
The feeling that I like to call love used to be mutual,
but she is drifting away slowly, and coming back fast
and the whole process repeats, again and again
Is this love? I'm not sure. I would like to think so,
Yet I have this feeling of me wasting my time.
The night fades with a breath of sunshine.
NextGen1 (03-18-2010)