Love Struck - Poem by Ashizzle 1428
Why do I still think of him, why’s he all I can see.
Why do I still want him, when I know he’ll just hurt me?
Why do I stay up at night, and can’t get him off my mind.
Why do I put up with him, shouldn’t I leave him behind?
Why do I let him play me, and how’d he get my heart.
Why am I depressed, whenever we’re apart?
How did he get so important, that over one boy I would cry?
But now whenever I see him, I truly wanna die.
He told me he would change, and not dropp me like he has.
He told me a lot of shit, guess he’s just a spaz.
He caressed my hand when he kissed me,
Then looked deep into my eyes.
But I realize every word he spoke,
Were really just all lies.
I knew his game, but I didn’t stop.
I hate and love him, and am going to pop.
I swore I’d never tell him, and I swear I never will,
And anyone who tells him, I surly would kill.
But these feelings that I have, are not just a fling.
It’s oh so much more than that, and to these words I do cling.
I’ve never said this to anyone, but my future’s looking dim,
So I guess I’ll say it now, I truly love him.
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