This isn't really a poem. But I'm sick of hiding me fears. I'm sick of clashing my dreams because of a guy Ive known for years. Ive loved him since I met him. And He didn't believe it was true. But I couldn't believe it either because in fact, He loved me too. We could talk on the phone for hours. And sometimes what seemed like days.How could he have done this to me? now my heart is torn to frays. Hes hurt me well past my breaking point. And I dont know what to do. And If only he could see me now. He still wouldn't have a Clue. So this is the last time I say goodbye. But Ive said that 100 times. And yet I'm still crying out for him. And bleeding my heart out in rhymes.
