At first I didn't understand,
Why you left me hanging,
After I gave you so many signs,
And numerous chances,
To talk to me,
But who knows,
Maybe you did the same for me too.
I know I missed out on a lot of them,
Regret is the word for it,
It's claws scraping my insides.
As all I can do is hope,
That another opportunity will come by again.
I keep on thinking if,
You ever felt what I felt,
Saw what I saw,
And heard what I heard.
But I knew,
Deep inside,
That you never,
Reciprocated,
My love for you.
And that's okay,
Really it is,
Because I didn't believe,
You would anyways.
