YOU MAKE IT SO EASY TO FEEL THIS WAY. I TRY TO AVOID IT, BUT YOU EXPLOIT IT, AND SO MY HEART MUST PAY.

WHY MUST YOU BE SO MEAN? WHY DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT THE THINGS THAT MAKE ME CRY? IT'S SO UNFAIR THAT I'M FORCED TO ASK WHY.

MY EARS ARE WELL TAKEN CARE OF, BUT MY EYES> THEY BURN. THEY WANT TO TURN INSIDE OUT TO AVOID THE THINGS THAT I LEARN.. WHICH PROVE YOU TO NEVER ACT ON WHAT YOU SAY; SO EITHER YOUR BODY IS A FIBBER, OR YOUR MOUTH IS DECAY.

I LOVE YOU- SO DEARLY. IN THE DEEPEST OF ALL DEEP- I LOVE YOU SO CLEARLY.. BUT NOW MY EYES ARE NEARLY DRIED OUT, SO NOW I JUST SIT AND WAIT.. TO SEE YOU LOVE ME IN RETURN, OR (TOO BAD FOR YOU) TO SEE YOU LOVE ME WHEN IT'S TOO LATE.

Stacy Collinsworth

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yes-i-do-love-you/