I hate the way you never answer <br />with more than two words <br />why do my questions seem like cancer <br />or at least minorly absurd <br /> <br />I hate the way you run away <br />from every emotion you've ever had <br />you just place them at bay <br />whether happy, angry or sad <br /> <br />I hate the way I still want you <br />and can't get you out of my mind <br />no matter what I'm pretending to do <br />you creep back into my brain I find <br /> <br />I hate the way you are constantly preoccupied <br />and that you never instigate conversation <br />who knows how many times you've lied <br />just to avoid my penetration <br /> <br />I hate the way you put up walls <br />for idiots like me to get passed <br />it wouldn't matter how many e-mails or calls <br />I'd never get through, it'd never last <br /> <br />I hate that even if you opened your heart <br />for one more chance at something <br />I wouldn't know where to start <br />because there's nothing left for me to bring <br /> <br />I hate that if I gave you all I can <br />you still would not care <br />and would still empower your ban <br />on my affection in this affair <br /> <br />but most of all I hate <br />that I'm not on your plate <br />and even if it's too late <br />I still want to wait<br /><br />Andrew Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-if-it-s-too-late/
