From the very first time I heard you speak,
Your presence and voice had made me weak.
You cared for me like no one else had,
Now, just thinking about you makes me sad.
You would call me continuously everyday,
Sometimes I'd be speechless; I would'nt know what to say.
Your calls became less frequent; far & far in-between,
Something pulled you away; a force that was unseen.
Whenever I called you, you'd make some excuse not to talk,
You'd say things like "I'm going out for a walk".
You'd have your little mood swings & sometimes came around,
But for the most part, the "real" you could never be found.
During the times that we actually did "talk",
You would sit there; making fun of me and whatnot.
You'd say how much you loved me; then say there's no feeling left,
You always had that ability to contradict yourself in one breath.
I wish that you would wake up and realize what you've done,
You have to face the facts; don't turn around and run.
I thought that you'd be different; I thought that you'd be true,
But I guess that just shows that I really don't know you.