I like you
You know it
But you seem indifferent

I try to be your friend
Of all I ask you
You answer with a word each time

I wrote you a letter
But with no reply

Do you see me as an
Annoyance?
I believe you do

If I were to die
By my hand
What would you do?

I believe I know

You would shed
A polite tear
And go on with your life
As before

If I were to fall for another
What would you do?

I believe I know

You would give
A sigh of relief
And thank God that
I'll leave you alone

I ask for little
A chance to know you
A chance to talk to you

And I get even littler
From you
Which is apparent
From your answers

I like you
But do you give a damn?

I believe I know

Stop encouraging me
Stop answering me

Cut yourself off from me
Tell me what you think
Tell me what you feel

I'm a big person
I can take it
As long as you can tell me

That you want nothing
To do with me

That you don't want to
Talk to me

That you don't want to
See me

That you don't want to
Care about me

I like you
You know it

You seem
Indifferent
About it

You don't seem
To care
That it hurts me

Then why do I still like you?

The knife wielded in the name of Rejection can hurt more than just the rejector.