I love you
You don't like me
It hurts
And that's
Everything
Right now
You don't like me
It hurts
And that's
Everything
Right now
still
and I just wonder
what the hell happened to me?
You, I can't stop thinking of you.
How is it that I am left
completely unresolved,
no matter what?
It's not even a poem anymore,
nor a lament,
its become this artless thing,
this wail.
This wail.