It Stops Now

I go through the day,
And then I see you,
Even though I plea,
You still don't see what inside of me.

You say you love this person,
But you can't get over the appearance and the problem's,
Even though it felt good to be held by you,
You're not worth the time of day.

So by the way,
It ends today.
No more flirting,
No more hugs,

No more late phone calls.
It stops now.
But I'm left with one question,
"Why me?"

My note to him:
I've spent many sleepless nights wondering, you say you love me, but hate me? And that you don't like who I am? That don't make sense. So, you must not love me enough, to except me for who I am. I'm done waiting, you've moved on, so am I. Just, stay way from me.