I wrote this poem about how i felt when the person i liked just completly ignored when i asked him out and didnt tell me anything and then went out with another chick.

Hoping, believing, but never recieving.
Looking and staring, but simply comparing.
Wanting and owning, but never composing.
Taunting and mocking, but still always stalking.
Laughing and crying, i still feel like dying.
Add and subtract, but still not intact.
Loving and hating, and still i'm debating.
Eyeing and loving, but not quite recovering.
Wishing and missing, and still i am kissing.
The way you describe me, by slimply confiding
And once you'r conceiving, theres no stopping dreaming.
I still think you're thinking, my heart slowly beeping.
The pain i've been feeling,it just wont stop bleeding.
My heart wont give up, I might have some luck.
You seem so cleverous, by making me envious.
And he'll be suspicious, and i'll grant my wishes.

tell me if you think its good :)