Truth

I stared at the rose he gave,
And thought of the other.
The one that stole my heart,
And never returned it.

He told me once,
He like me well enough.
But not well enough,
To be with me.

To tell you the truth,
I am confused.
Though on my lips I denied it,
Yet my heart feels the pain.

I wish I had the strength
To face him in the face,
Still I chose to run away,
From him, my heart.