You

You.
You confuse me.
I don't understand what you want.
You say we're just friends.
But the way you act,
                The things you do,
                      And the stuff you say
All scream a different story.
I'm curious.
Wondering how and what you think of me.
You're so sweet to me.
You say it's because we're friends.
But I'm not so sure.
I don't want to go there.
Not now.
              Not ever.
I've been down that road before.
I don't want to talk about "us".
I don't want to talk about what happened.
Because I'm angry
                        Hurt
                            And sad.
And you?
You confuse me.