what happens with the words once they’ve all been spoken?
Is there a place where the poems go once they’re all broken…
I just don’t see how things can be so differently from what they were the week before
Honestly, did all of this simply lose it’s allure?

I thought that you liked me, no loved me, no liked me
but when you won’t even return my messages, how can that be?
wanting to still have faith in you and everything that you said…
but God this is killing me while I lay here alone in my bed.
I wish I could drop you and save some face
but then I think of your voice and return to this place.
I wish you would stop playing games with my head
make believe to feel better about the life we could’ve led.

I thought that you liked me, no loved me, no liked me
but when you won’t call, then tell me how could that be?
silly boy who wanted a blue eyed, dark-haired girl so bad,
he finally got what he wanted, and didn’t appreciate what he had.
say everything that is charming, hypnotize me with your silver tongue
then discard me and my feelings, I want to scream to the top of my lungs.
knowing of my fears and unwillingness to be alone again
you took and you took, now the emptiness has begun to set in.

I thought that you liked me, no loved me, no liked me
but when one is afraid of commitment, then how could that possibly be?
wait a little while why don’t you, wait until you have got my attention
then you turn provocative, the only thing you long for is my submission
in the heat of the moment you tell me about your sexual desires
should I flow with it and tell him how I feel? will he think less of me?
Fuck it, I want you too, I secretly think of all the things we can do.
trying all this time to remain complacent, now I can say these things to you.

I thought that you liked me, you didn’t love me, just liked me…
now it’s been a week with no word from you, left me here with this shame, how could this be?
got what you wanted, ravaged and ran
play this off like this was all part of the plan
how could you just laugh this off, like this is some joke
I know what you meant and I didn’t regard you as any old bloke…
maybe I did put you on a pedestal and think too highly of you
after-all you are just a man, controlled by urges, you agreed too.

I thought that I loved you, but I like you, I still like you, I want you
even after all of this I still would like to know you, how can that not mean something to you?
everything about you says I should leave this be
but I still long for the way you used to treat me
I still like you, no love you, no like you…