What does that make me?

What does this make me?
i've broken up with one,
with every word out of his mouth,
i like him less and less.

i like him so little,
it isn't liking any more,
it is mearly a crush,
and in a while will be gone.

the thing that is,
#now bothering me,
is that i like another,
who has not broken my heart.

i have liked him for a while,
but never let it show,
i missed him so much,
but i never let it show.

never wrote a poem,
not about him,
about others yes,
but my secret was him.

does this make me someone bad,
does this make me horrible,
what deoes this make me,
that's all i wanna know.