You are not really there

You gave me love for one day 

I see you constantly and what do you say?

Absolutely nothing 

 

I am told this is the way you are 

That you love to be loved and fail to give any 

 

I felt you in my heart I really did 

But it’s not there anymore 

 

I don’t blame you 

But we are fundamentally different 

I require a certain type of love that you can’t give me 

 

This is best for me

Yet I still am tempted to give you the benefit of the doubt 

Since I don’t give up easily 

 

What’s the point  

What’s the point 

 

You don’t even give me the time of day 

And I don’t know if that will ever change 

 

I’ll ask you 

This poem is about: 
Me

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