I'm not mad at him
but then again, I am
mad at him
Is he blind?
Does he not see what
he is doing to me?
He cals me; "baby, sweetie, honey, beautiful, love"
He even tells me he loves
But every time I talk to him
i come to doubt those words
He only seems to be thinking
of her, his old girlfriend
he says tjat he doesn't think
that anything will happen between them anymore
But the way he talks about her,
the way his eyes sparkle and softness of his voice, it tells me that he still loves her and that I can't compete with that
He even writes her a message saying "Sweet dreams love, your soulmate."
I've been in denial for so long,
but now I know that the right
thing for me to do is to turn my back
and end all these hopes I have
Now I know...
Him and me will never be.
This poem was written 04/26-2002 and is about one of my best friends whom I fell in love with.
