You Don't Love Me . . .

You don’t love me . . .

I guess that’s fine

I don’t know what else to say

I can’t force you, I would never force you either way, I love you too much for that

You’re such a strong point in my life

Knowing you don’t love me hurts

I write this as my eyes water and continuously flow and fall

I lack love too much in my life

I’m lonely I know

But knowing you, my sweet dear you

Knowing you don’t love me is like a knife digging deep into my heart

Twisting it in as my blood flows endlessly

It hurts, it hurts . . .

I feel pain so avidly yet am motionless as I stare at the wall

I feel pain so strongly yet as you walk by, all of the sudden, nothings wrong

Why?

Because I’m lying, I’m ashamed to show you my pain

I can’t force you to love me, and you don’t love me, what can I do?

I am just existing for the moment

As I write this poem

Motionless in a room, in cold hard chair