The Sound

There were times
I felt I hated you,
but at the same time loved you, too.
We once shared something special
and then apart we grew.
I know you don't care about me anymore,
but for you I always will.
I want you to know I love you.
If you asked me to, I would kill.
Every time I see you now
it's all I can do not to break down and cry.
I want to ask you questions,
and I want to find out why.
Why did you do this to me?
Did you think I wouldn't care?
I have feelings to you know,
even if you don't see them there.
And every time I see you now
there's a certain sound I hear.
I don't know if you hear it, too,
when you look at me with that leer.
This sound's beome so familiar.
I hear it all the time.
I'm going to tell you what it is
in this verse of rhyme.
I hear this sound every time
I see you and we part.
The sound I hear so often-
The breaking of my heart