A Poem Never Meant To Be Seen

Confusion sinks in,
being pumped through veins of adrenaline,
heart racing as my mind runs through it all,
my body going on auto pilot as we walk.
Make up your mind,
this suspense and confusion is killing me.
You say that I'm clingy and that you like someone else,
then you act like you might actully like me.
This heart has been hurt so many times before,
I don't know how much more pain I can take.
Yes, I like you a lot,
more than I can recall liking anyone else,
but your actions don't speak louder then words,
if anything, I'd prefer your words.
They'd probably hurt,
but I doubt it'd hurt more than this.
Maybe I'm just wasting my time dreaming,
of my own reality,
but sometimes dreaming is better than reality.