Why? Poem by Cole Topp

If I told you I loved you and said, all the words in my screwed up head, and whispered softly this time, about how I wish you were mine, would you look at me the same, would you still call my name.

Now you walk away every time I get close, but this is what I miss the most, the way you would laugh and smile at me, the way you would take a chance and see, now it just seems like you don’t want me to be around, so I just stand there and stare at the ground.

I smile sometimes as if nothing is wrong, but this feeling has been inside for to long, so now I’m going to go, and just leave you alone.