What Hurts The Most

Mikkie

You told me that you liked me.
You told me that you cared.
You told me that you'll always be there.

Where where are you?
When I needed you?
When I texted, called, or messaged you?
When I needed to hold your hand?

Hear your voice? Tell me that it would be alright?
You were nowhere to be found. M.I.A.
But then, I found you, after class.
Holding her hand.
Gazing into her eyes.
Feeding her the exact same lies you told me.
Then you wondered.

Wondered why I freezed you out.
Didn't answer your calls.
Texts, or messages.
But deep down,
YOU KNEW.
Yet every time I look at you,
I fall a bit harder everytime,
But what hurts me the most,
Is that knowing every time I do,
You'll never catch me.