What am I supposed to do?
When you utter those 3 short words.
They carry such meaning,
Strength I just don’t posses.
I try to make myself love you.
But I am a flawed being
For I can’t summon a single feeling,
Long after you’ve left,
Your eyes plead with me.
The little things you do for me,
Lend a jumper,
Write a love note,
Send a good morning text
Just increase my guilt.
I don’t love you.
I never will.
But to say those 4 words,
Takes nearly as much courage,
As to say those 3.
For making you fall for me.
If there was anything I could have done differently,
I selfishly hope you won’t hate me.
But then, that’s all I’ve been isn’t it?
Self - involved
While you’ve trusted me with your heart,
Something, I never desired.
Something, I’m trying not to break.
Something, I’m trying to embrace.
But you’ll never be what I want,
No matter how many times I say those words.
They mean less and less every time.
And now I cry not for myself,
But for you
And our future.
The curse of Apollo,
I will not be believed.
(Not even by me)
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