Sometimes I wonder how it would be,
If it was me who fell in love first with thee.
I understand it's difficult,
When you cant find the truth within thee.
The understanding of knowing,
That you shouldn't of fell in love with me.
I think love cannot be defined even as an adult,
It's like trying to fly with just one wing.
Understanding love isn't even the first stage,
It's like reading a book and never getting to the last page.
I know within you feelings still do exist for me,
But by the end of this poem it'll be nothing but rage.
So with this last line the truth you will know,
My love for you was nothing but a show.