i think of us,
pen shaking in hand,
you say "do you love me",
less of a question,
more of a demand.

but i cant reply,
for i do not know,
and then it hits me,
as a watch you go.

i do not love you,
but i really do care,
i want to see you happy,
never in despare.

so i run out the door,
clasping your hand in mine,
standing under the stars whispering,
"you will always be mine<3"

A lie that you love,
but you know its not true,
because im thinking of her,
rather than you...