I don't like you.
But really I shouldn't like me
because everytime I look in your eyes
I see my failure and my demise
Yes, you use me but don't I allow
myself to be used?
Yes I have feelings, but don't I allow
them to be felt?
Don't I press answer not ignore
when your name hits the screen?
Don't I stick around when
seconds later you make me want to scream?
Why do I allow you to toy
with my emotions and my dreams?
When I rarely cross your mind,
only thought of when seen?
And yet this scene plays in my head
of holding hands and seeing those eyes
And something, anything that might
indicate some kind of feeling
But who am I to be mad at you
when this illusion comes from me.