Plague called Love

Love

The feeling of being left behind is ripping my soul apart.

The whispers in my head tell me you don't need me anymore, that I missed my chance.

My life revolves around you, but I guess it's falling apart.

My support is breaking, and I don't know what to do.

My heart is breaking, but I still stay around, damaging it more.

In spite of all this pain, I still love you with my whole frozen heart.

I know you'll never read this, but I had to. Hearing you talk to him and squeal about how cute he sounds. Seeing that in your heart, he slowly over shadowed my place. Not surprising, but I do believe that you don't need me anymore.

 You're strong now and have your own support. But I guess that happens over time, people grow stronger and become their own person.

I never wanted to do it, but now I feel that I'm just here to remind you. I know this may seem like an overboard reaction, but once again this feeling is torturous.

You tell me to join when you two are talking casually and seem so happy. I can't interrupt your time to talk to him, that'd be mean. 

I can't just not see what was going on, and I'm wondering if you can? Can you hear the affectionate whines and easy going tone he has? I'm wondering if I'm being left behind for him, someone who you gag if they say you like each other.

Could it be possible? I see it, when you talk to him you're so relaxed and happy, I don't fit in anymore.

 But that's alright, at least you're happy.

You think I'm putting myself on the back burner, right? I'm pretty sure that I've been there for a long time.

  Maybe your right in some way, that I'm thinking less of myself, but I can't help it when I see her so at ease and happy.

I've made up my mind.

I'm going to continue loving you, and if you don't return it...

I Don't Care.

I've tried, I know I missed my chance. The odds are stacked against me. No matter how you and him worry about me, worry more about yourselves.

I'm always told that if I need to talk just call you guys, but what if I need to talk about how forgotten I feel? One will tell the adult, one will assure me I'm not, and the other reports to back to the second.

 Why not just carve it like the smile on my face.

That, my smile, nowadays feels forced, and he was wrong, I don't feel happy when I smile. Real or fake. Bet it's not hard to tell which is which for you. You were always able to see through my façade, now and most likely forever. However, while you were gone, it was harder for everyone to tell. They thought perhaps I was a lost puppy without you because I follow you. Hell, no. I was a lost puppy because the plague called love.