What?!

Why does she do it?

How can she expect me to feel the same
Whe she herself has changed?

It hurts me to try to understand,
Why she's doing this to herself.

It is so sad --
The way I feel for her
Not pity -- (Is it love?)

But she and I are not totally different,
For with her possibly puzzled mind there exists,
My true feelings in this puzzle of words.

So now I wait until she comes across
These words
And attempts to decipher this puzzle.

And maybe by doing that,
She could decipher her own.