C-L-S

You left dead flowers at my grave,

as if they were all the same.

Most leave bouquets,

even though they will slowly die,

just like me til I made it to the afterlife.

I hate you,

I hate the way you make me feel,

and the way you talk to me.

I hate how you look at me,

like no one else is in the room.

I hate how when I sit next to you,

If you've never missed someone,

you've never felt pain,

you have never felt what it's like to love someone so much that when they don't love you back it physically hurts inside you.

Green is my favorite color,

It's the color of the life on earth,

the color of the natural beauty everywhere.

I couldn't live without green,

I think you are my green,

I set the freshly made cookies down in front of them,

they smile. 

That smile makes me feel warm, happy, it makes me feel full,

He says he's mine,

but am I really his?

Should I push these feelings aside and let him in?

Is their some kind of line that decides if I'm his?

Is this right?

do we really fit?