Lost Love

Right now I'm laying on my bed, thinking of you,
thinking of the What If's that are killing me inside.
Thinking helps me, but the only thing that I am thinking of,
is of you.
You the one who told me that would love me forever,
You the one who told me that would always care for me,
You the one who I loved, and the one who I would never forget.

Why does love have to be so cruel to me? Why?
The best thing that I've done is and will be to love someone, like you.
Even though this poem you might not never read, I know that you got to like
me more than you liked another. Hopefully you are ok, and that you find someone else who you would love.

And with this I end my poem to you, letting you know that many know how to "like" and "care", but few know how to love.