Toujours Seul

Why is it so hard for you to speak your mind?  
I like you, and when we talk I have butterflies;  
 then you leave me like it was nothing.  
My emotions for you are less predictable than a bouy, helplessly  
  floating towards a vast ocean of loneliness.  
Up and down, up and down. I am getting sick of this.
 
I have no reason why I fell for you,  
 but I need to know if you like me too.  
 
I'm just wasting away.  
I've become a hopeless romantic, praying for  
  the smallest hint of love or acknowledgement from you.  
You continue to fool me, and I will gladly be fooled by you,  
     as long as it means we can be together.