I feel as though you ripped my heart out
and stomped on it eight million times,
one for every tear I've shed.
Our time was one of utter confusion,
misleading intentions, false innuendos.
I read too much into the things you said,
holding fast to false hopes,
which revealed themselves to be in vain.
And the feeling of euphoria vanished
as harsh reality set back in,
and I found myself alone.
Alone with my hopes and desires.
Alone with the passion that filled my heart.
Alone and without your love to dream of,
for I knew that it would never be,
friendship was all you had to give.
I hid my true feelings…
…and you never knew.