Not Really A Secret

*don't mind the title.. has nothing to do with the poem :P*

Incapable of sleep,
Too much thought.
I thought I liked you ,
Maybe not.

I just might like you,
You may hate me.
Love is blind,
I can never see.

Who says it's love,
Sure not I.
It's just a little romance,
Un-done in a tie.

Highly doubt full,
One can be true.
Highly doubt full,
I have feelings for you.

But I don't know what to feel,
I wish I could tell you.
I wish you would let me know,
You'll stay true.

But what's life,
Without a little fun?
Sadly I know,
The game has begun.

Please end it fast,
So I can sleep at night.
Please move away,
Get out of site.

But hell what am I saying?
I don't know.
I take that last line back,
Please don't go.

I don't know what I'm feeling yet,
I don't know what to do.
Do you really like me?
Do I even like you?

This poem isn't right,
It's just a bunch of shit.
God damn it!
Don't listen to it!