Love and other feelings: a poetry anthology

Dying Love

It is still hard to reason with my heart.

I feel like you don't care about me enough. I never felt so abandoned by you as I do now. I know that you're busy, but it feels like you never have time for me. I put myself out there for you, but I never got anything back. I feel like you enjoyed the attention I gave you, but my love for you is dying like a flower uprooted and cut off from all that once nourished it.

I don't know how I'd been so caught up in this fantasy of you and never realized how lonely loving you was. How little I know you. I spend my time wondering, was I really attracted to you, or did I just like the idea of you?

It happened so fast, suddenly I don't know where I stand with you. I love you, but if you can't put the same energy in, then we aren't good for each other.

I know more about my friends than I do about you. It was good while it lasted, I hope you love the next girl more kindly than you did me.