Why?

I sit here and write this poem,
Thinking about you.

Thinking about all the good things we had,

the laughs, the hugs,
the Cute little kisses you gave me,
the late night phone calls

the tears fill my eyes as I think about it all.
How much I miss it.
How much I need it.
How much I loved it.

Then I think about all the bad things,

The way you lead me on and
Then turned me down,
more then once.
The way you would talk
about me behind My back,
The way you finally let me be in your life,
And told me everything has changed for the better
The way you held me every night,
all those hugs, and all those kisses,
all those sweet words you said to me., and
then to tell me that this wont work
Out between us anymore.

I sit here and think about you
Never being there for me ever again,
And I start to cry.
To think about how I thought things
were different now, that we
were going to work things out,
it just makes me hurt so bad.

And now, I ask myself after all
we have been threw,

Why do I still Love you?