This poem is about the craziness I felt while waiting for a boy to choose between me and another girl.
I may be crazy;
crazy about you.
I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid.
You say you love me
yet you're with her.
Afraid to choose?
With her on a whim;
you were lonely.
I was gone on another I will forever regret.
Do you know how much it hurts?
You love neither of us enough to choose.
It kills me inside
I want to be your only, not just a backup plan.
Look at my scars;
they will tell you I’m not okay.
I’m never okay.
I can't remember what it feels like to be okay.
I hate to blame you,
but it started when you told me
your feelings for me,
even though you were with her.
A dying man,
a taken man
who can't make up his mind.
I thought we would wait for each other.
If not together,
at least preserve something.
But you gave it to her.
You joke about it!
Say how ironic it is that it happened after your birthday.
You hear me laughing
but not the broken tears inside.