I'm in love with someone who will never love me back.
The tell me what I want to hear for their own personal gain.
And the saddest part is, is that I know this is happening.
But because of my feelings I allow myself to be treated this way.
I look at him and think one day.
He never looks at me.
He tells me to keep our interactions secret.
I never know what to say.
In a perfect world, this boy would see me for me.
However, this world does not exist. Because here I am at 1 am, alone in bed and crying over a boy who will never love me for me.
