The cold chill of your stare.
The emptiness of your embrace.
The distance between grows deeper.
Do you even see me or am I just merely there? I can’t take this constant disinterest, you don’t truly care…I doubt you ever did.
I can’t look to the future as you seem to stand in my way blocking me from what truly could make me happy; myself.
I fill my time and my thoughts with such a strong desire to make you happy yet it only makes you hate me more.
You don’t deserve the feeling I have for you and I deserve better than a fleeting glance with such a lack of emotion.
Our time together looks numbered but I don’t think that bothers you;
Yet it still bothers me and that is what is going to make me hate you.