love me, not.

I'm not supposed to like you,
I'm not supposed to care,
I'm not supposed to wonder where you are, or what you're doing,
I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there,
and I'm not supposed to miss you.

Why you have to call when you're leaving me here all alone?
If you're going to make me cry,
at least, be there to wipe away the tears.

If you look into my eyes and watch my heart shatter,
does it break your heart too?
even crack it a little bit?

he loves me, not?