Proud

I’m not even decently
Proud of my thoughts recently.
I’m really not sure
Why your smile was so pure.
Your hand held mine so tightly,
And your eyes shone so brightly.
But you won’t talk to me.
You don’t think of me.
You won’t start a conversation.
You can’t carry a conversation.
I won’t hear buts from you,
I do want something from you.
It’s a little thing called the truth,
All I want is your honest truth.