how should i know that you don't care?

a poem about not being loved back.

how should i know how to base my feelings,

when you're not here to feel them?

how should i know how to act around you,

when you're not here to guide me?

how should i know how to love everyone,

when you don't even love me?

wandering hours in the woods

leave me with no conclusion.

i know i love you, but you don't love me.

it's as simple as that,

or so it should seem.

i see you glance my way,

but the glance isn't for me;

it's for my friend, it's for my enemy.

when i'm alone tonight,

i'll be thinking of you.

but i know you'll be thinking of her.

my three least favorite words:

i don't care.

yet those words seem to glint off you, like a watch in the sun, every time you see me.

when we sit, you face her.

when we talk, you look at her.

you don't care.

it seems you don't care about anything

except for that one exception:

my friend, my enemy.

Author's Note

i know it doesn't flow well, i was just jotting down some feelings for fun. tell me what you think of it.

Reviews

[Tallulah]

I liked the idea behind it. I think with some editing and expanding this could be a wonderful piece. Adding capitals and making some words shorter should help add more emotion to the poem. Nice piece.