"Whispers of the Heart: A Symphony of Mixed Emotions"

Reflections of Unrequited Love

Perhaps you are not meant for me,
as every attempt by Cupid
always misses the mark,
and with it comes
the illusion that it was me.

I thought you were for me,
but you pursued my friend instead.
There was a time when our friend asked
if I was upset.
I replied that I had no right to be,
for you were never mine to begin with.

Maybe this is painful,
but perhaps it's better this way,
for both of you are intelligent,
and I am lost in between,
unsure if I should be in the front or at the back.

It's exhausting to keep hoping,
knowing that there are those who see my worth,
yet no matter what I do,
I cannot see their love.
I no longer care.