You seek out attention,
Like a lion preying on a gazelle.
You put up an act,
Like a play directed out of a book.
You hold up a wall blocking your feelings,
Like the Hoover dam stopping the flow of water.
You confuse me,
Like an algebra problem.
My feelings for you,
They bounce around like molecules at their boiling point.
I believe there’s more to you
The type of believe a child has in Santa Clause
But I feel ill be let down
Searching for something that isn’t there.
A place so empty
With hope so strong
A warm feeling gone
Replaced with a chill;
The chill of nothing
Nothing but disappointment