Behind Blue Eyes

I hate that I love you.
I hate to feel sad because of you when I should appreciate the other things of my life that can actually make me happy.
I don't like to be sad. I don't like to cry over you, thinking that you'll never love me like I do, thinking that you'll never look at me the way I look at you every single day, every single time you come into my view. My heart almost jumps out of my chest whenever my eyes meet yours, even if for the briefest moment. My legs tremble from beneath me but I have to gather all the strenght that I have to look as if nothing is happening, as if my body isn't being raped by milions of feelings.
And when you walk away without even noticing me I feel shattered, I feel like someone stabbed me right in the heart and left me with nothing but misery.
You're the reason of many of the smiles that cross my lips, I must say, but you're also the one to blame when it comes to let the tears stream down my cheeks.
I just wished you let me in. I just wished I was the reason of your happiness, of that light in those blue eyes each and every time you smile. Because even after all the pain you put me through, I still love you and care about you. Probably more than I should, but what can I do? I can't control my feelings. It's too late.
You made me love you and now I can't get out of it.