Love

-- 22/03/2005 (TG) 
And sometimes…she calls me insensitive 
…then thoughtlessly rips out my heart. 
I understand the uncertainty, the uncomfortable years of youth, 
But I’m human too…I think. 
Though I see I shouldn’t be. 
And sometimes…I wonder if she ever loved me, 
…If she even knows what that is. 
Chasing after the latest wonderful, amazing someone, 
Craving companionship…love 
No need no more for me. 
And sometimes…I think she never knew what she meant to me 
…and still does, though at times I wish she didn’t. 
My innate care and love for her, met with the day’s mood of choice, 
At times this friendship ... hurts 
Tainted by futile complexity.