Why is it
Why is it
Why is it?
Why is it that I love you so much that I hate you with everything?
I believe you have moved on but why can’t I
I keep trying to come and tell you the truth but with our stubborn love, we will never mend .
So to pretend I am not hurt or scared I just lie
Why is it that I smile about the good times and have no memory of the bad?
Was it that bad that I had to erase it all?
Or was it just the worse experience I ever had
I told myself it was impossible, in love I will never fall
So what happened..?
Why was it you that was chosen
Who is cupid to decide my fatal attractions?
I knew in the beginning to stop because I felt myself losing
But I refuse to let him go as my distractions
So why is it… that I am so surprise that I am hurt?
Why is it that I am so mad?
Could it be I am angry with myself for not being alert?
Or is it that I am just so distraught with the fact that I lost what I thought I never had!
JazzieAnn Brown 9/10/12