Category : Poems

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I told myself I could wait
I told him I could wait
But then I realized it
Why should I save my heart for someone who doesn't know what to feel?
Is this a waste of my time?
I waited for two years now.
I'm capable of being patient.
Oh yes I am.
A patient would respect a distance from their desired.
My desired has been...abusing my patience.
Toying with someone and their emotions is deemed very cruel.
If you keep saying maybe.
You're telling me no every time.
Is it because you don't want to break my heart?
Because you know I will cry?
You're trying your best to see if you have the same feeling.
But it's pretty hopeless for you isn't it?
The way you act.
It makes it pretty difficult for you and me to confront each other in person.
I know you don't want to be seen with a heart.
Your stupid friends will laugh at you.
Mostly because you are always the one laughing.
I sit here staring at you uncontrollably because I care of you.
I even feel the needs to sacrifice anything for you.
But then I ask myself.
Is it worth it?
Was it worth it?
I keep telling myself that I'm not good enough for you.
Because you're into those activities.
And because I'm into this activity.
Each day I wonder if you'll give me a real answer.
My friends are looking at me puzzled.
If they were 'my' friends at all.
Then soon I wonder.
Are you causing my depression?
Are you the reason why I act like this?
Are you the reason why I can't stand others.
Is it because I'm running behind you?
Hoping you will give me the truth of your words.
I want you to be happy.
I want you to smile.
But don't you want me to be happy?
Don't you want me to also smile?
I guess I'll never know what to think of you.
Because sometimes I don't know how to explain why I like you.
It's because that part of you that I only know.
Just like me.
Cares.
Being patient may be hard.
But sometimes.
It's worth it.
And as I look at you laughing.
And smiling.
I'm the complete opposite.
I'm crying.
I'm not smiling.
Why is it that you don't want to notice?
Are you going to ask me how I'm feeling?
I guess it's because you want to see how far I'll go.
How much I'll like you if you make me mad.
How much I'll like you if you make me sad.
You want me to be happy?
Or do you want me to be sad?
My patience says otherwise.