My Poetry

~Seventy Four~

The way you care makes my heart hurt. 
No one seemed to care as much about me as you do. 
You make it a goal to make sure I'm taken care of,
You make it a goal to make sure you don't offend me,
You don't upset me. 
But you don't know that you couldn't. 
Not even if you tried. 

You asked me today who I would choose:
Him,
Him,
Or you. 

I knew the answer in my head, 
But I didn't say a word. 

But by the smile on your face you knew,
It was you. 

But why wouldn't it be?

You seemed to try so hard yet so effortlessly,
someone hurts me you're there,
saying you'll take care of it,
saying if I ask you'd be there. 
Right by my side. 

And it hurts,
because no one's ever treated me like you treat me. 
But we cannot be. 
And at that my heart stings.