Feelings Left Untold Poem by mona martinez

i pretend i'm les,
just to wonder if you even care?
but in my way,
it how i keep myself safe,
how do i tell you how i feel?
when it not be,
what i want to hear?
when are we ever going to piece together,
what we once have?
at times im happy,
and others times im left with questions,
are you truely in love,
or am i the one you want?
is there really anything left to what we had,
or am i looking at a furture,
where friends is all we ever be?