The Word "I"

I hate,

The way you make me feel.

I love,

That you make it seem like it's real.

I can't,

Hold onto this feeling your spreading,

It feels,

Like your leaving.

I hope,

We can be together,

I need,

to know things will be better.

I want,

you to love me,

I think,

You don't want to be.

I know,

That you think it's not right,

I will,

keep you in my sight.

I see,

That you want to be alone.

I guess,

I'll just go on home.