by Erin Jones

Why can't he see how much he's hurting me?
Why, now, does he act so differently?
     I love him, it's true,
      he said the same, too,
       but now I'm confused.
  Why does he look at other girls like that
               when he says
                    he loves me?
Why can't he give his attention to me?
Why do his eyes wander but he can always see me?
Why can't he see the pain he causes me?
  Why does he say he cares when he doesn't act the part?
  Why can I not deal when we are apart?
Why must he be in my vision for me to be happy?
    I finally fell in love,
         yet I feel miserable.
 Just his smile warms my soul,
      just a glance brightens my mood,
        yet he doesn't do it enough,
                  not toward me,
    regardless that he does it constantly.


Posted on 12/03/2007
Copyright © 2020 Erin Jones

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 12/03/07 at 01:47 PM

ain't love a pain?

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/03/07 at 06:32 PM

Ack. Men.

Posted by JD Clay on 12/03/07 at 10:30 PM

This is a fascinating poem that asks the universal and often times rhetorical question, only to leave the reader in a state of wonderment. I suppose there are as many answers as there are men, hehe!!

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