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Why Can't You Understand That I love you?
Contributed by
crossmyheartwithaknife
on
Saturday, 25th September 2004 @ 08:14:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Why should I even bother talking to you,
when you will not believe me,
when I say I don't hate you,
and if I did, I would tell you?
Why can't you understand that I love you,
but I just can't be in love with you?
And just because I don't want to be with you,
doesn't mean I hate you,
because I do care about you alot,
and I have always loved you.
I don't understand why i am,
unable to fall in love with you.
But I just can't love you,
as more than just a friend.
Maybe it's because I did spend,
so much time just being your close friend.
Maybe it's because I care,
too much about how someone looks on the outside,
rather then the person they are on the inside.
Or maybe it's because of you,
and how you would always abuse me,
and say hateful and hurtful things to me.
But I don't want to always fight with you.
I want to be best friends with you.
Why can't you see that I just want things to be,
the way they used to be?
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2004-09-25 20:14:44] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Why Can't You Understand That I love you?
(User Rating: 1 ) by europeanprincess on
Sunday, 21st May 2006 @ 12:35:21 PM AEST (User
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there are two people that i feel can relate to this--- me and the other that i still care for--- we are so unsure about ourselves that it doesnt mean we dont care or love one another--- we have said some mean and hurtful things---but how does one know if we are meant to be? Its hard i know and i really liked this poem. |
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