My bad.

I can't help the way I feel.
I just can't get my heart to heal.
You've hurt me, but its nothing new,
In fact I still retain my feelings for you.
I used to be little, I used to be scared.
I thought that you actually cared.
But I'm older now, and I can see,
Just how much you've grown on me.
I still pine for your love, I still wish for your eyes.
The thought of your hands still brings about sighs.
I miss you dear, and maybe someday
You can think of me the same way.