Am I really this lonely and miserable?
Writing poems, love poems;
To no one?
I guess I am, because
I'm here, writing this.
This one feels like
I'm talking to me emotions.
But only slightly.
Well, anyways, here it is;

Then maybe I'm just too Stubborn.
But I know I like them.
I can see it in my body language,
I can hear it in the way I speak,
I can see it in my eyes,
When I look in the mirror while thinking 'bout you.
I know it.
I just won't admit it.
But tell me, Mind,
Why do you keep torturing me?
Just admit it it finally,
I like them,
and we both know it.

I'm giving myself mixed signals,
Why can't I just answer myself
Once?
And I mean the truth,
Not my lame little lie,
I need the truth.
I know I like them,
Why not admit it?
I wouldn't break their heart,
I'd keep it in...