Love's ultimate question: why?

I cried last night.
Just remembering, as I felt the tears,
that at one time, you were holding me like that.

I screamed that day.
Just heard, you finally decided, you don't want me anymore,
and that means all those words, they were just a lie.

I stared in spite.
Just thinking, as she smiled venomously,
that this time, it was her turn to be the one to be comforted.

I sighed at the way,
Just at now, a month from when you became commited,
you're still trying to hide her from me.

You haven't been mine for four months.
Yet you still treat me with such care.
Even on the days when the pills are not there,
the days you snap at the slightest things,
you still treat me like such a fragile being.

You've been hers for a month.
Yet you haven't told me yet.
Even though it used to be me who you told every detail to,
you haven't told me that now you're with her,
and all I can do is wonder why.



Why do you still smile at me on the days when you scowl at everyone else?
Why do you hold me one minute, but then walk away the next?
Why do you not answer her calls when I'm around?
Why do you try to keep me from keeping to myself?
Why do you still try?

~T.

Oh, and I'll explain my poetry if anyone asks, but only if you take a guess at it yourself!