Why?

This poem is about someone I love who hates me.

Why?

Why did you pretend to be my friend, and hurt me so?

Why did you make me feel like you cared about me, like you would be there for me, and then run away?

I am so sorry for not being good enough, darlin. 

I would do anything to make you happy.

Maybe some day you will forgive me.

Maybe some day you will not forgive me.

If not, I feel conflicted, convicted, of the sin within that ruins everything.

Part of me wishes I could just forget, but then I would not know how good it feels to feel like this. Please know that I love you.

Author's Note

I am sorry if this sucks. I have a broken heart.