i say i don't have feelings for you. i protest it over and over- maybe a little TOO much. i tell everyone what a jerk you are. i try to believe it myself. sometimes i do, but i know the truth deep down in my heart. are you really a jerk? or is it just that i was- (or maybe still am)- hurt? yet i remind them- (and myself)- just how sweet you were. i don't want to have feelings for you, so why can't i just forget you? maybe it's because you're always there. watching me. saying things. i say i want you to just leave me alone, that i hate it- (i hate you)- but maybe i don't mind it QUITE so bad. this way, i know that you still remember me- even though some of the things you say really get to me. maybe you are just trying to get me to remember you. or maybe that's just your way of getting over me. then again, maybe you are trying to protest love a little TOO much, too.Birth sign: Not entered
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