Why do you?
Like me, I mean.
You are the second,
who told me
"I love you."
But you are the first,
whom I actually believe.

I don't mean to hurt you.
But I can't make you
my first.
I loved
someone else.
Who he had abandoned
me.

You say you like me.
Love me,
in fact.
Am I that special?
To say that you love me?
The second time we have met.

I am not saying names.
But is it
a dare? a joke?
Do you really love me?
I hate when people lie.
About Love.
Are you
one of them?