I don’t know
Or understand
How you can do this
Or how you can’t possibly see
Perhaps good that you can’t
Because I think
That you would rather not see
These tears that I cry
Nor the painful throb in my heart
Because I think
You don’t want to see
This love that can’t be touched
Nor hear this want that rules
It’s hard to accept that
You don’t want
Me
Ever
I wish you could say it
I hate the thought
But I hate even more these tears
Of not knowing
Thinking that you don’t care
Source of my tears
