Poem

So, I made a poem because of boredom.

“Ungrateful”

You know me

But you act that you don’t.

I want to ask you

But I won’t.

Do you like me?

I want to know

But I know the answer

It’s a “no”.

It hurts like hell

That you don’t like me.

Maybe because,

You don’t want “we”.

I slowly close my eyes

‘Coz I’ll be killing myself.

But I saw you rushing into me

And I said help.

You tried to save me

But you failed

So you cried.

And beside me, you laid.

I hate you

For everything!

Because all along, you love me

And you have done nothing.

So, I wish

This will not happen to anyone

Because I’m selfish

I want to be the only one.