I wrote a poem today
For some one I care about a lot.
it wasn't the plan, to care a lot,
It was supposed to be a simple fling
A silly little thing, really.
But it's not.
 
She doesn't care about me,
At least not in the same way.
And that shouldn't matter;
But it matters a lot.
 
I think I make a fool of myself
Everytime I see her, I can't seem to help it.
I chat and I flirt and all it does is hurt.
The ache that I feel when I look at her;
And see that love isn't real.
 
So what to do now?  Rebuked and reeling;
And try as I might, I can't remove the feelings.
I wish I could.
I wish I could and walk away coolly,
like she does.
 
But I can't.