I can’t say I hate you,
but your decision still kills me anyway.
You must not be able to understand me –
perhaps that is a sign that things weren’t meant
to work out between us.
Why am I still dreaming up my delusion?
You said no, it should have just stopped there.
Yet I don’t think I can bear to live through
another rejection, another cold no,
another disinterested person.
I have no idea what it is about me,
why am I put through this?
Every time I try, every time I go out on a limb,
I crash to the ground.
Only instead of my legs getting broken, it’s my heart
once again.
For just one evening,
why could you not give me a chance?
Why couldn’t you say yes?