I'm not asking you to make me your most important person in the world, but can you at least show that you do care for me? Or pretend, if you never did?
I've always been especially nice to you, and I think that I care no one else but you. Plus, you acknowledge that. You know the fact that I only have you.
But you always turn me down. You always bail on me. You always make excuses on me. You always leave me out. I'm never included in your conversation the way I include you in mine.
It's sad. It's sad to the point that I almost gave you up. I don't want to be treated like that. I'm a person, too. I know how pain feels like. I know humiliation. I do feel embarrassed sometimes that when I always go to but you find another path and walk away from me. It's like I'm never important to you. It's like I'm nothing but a burden.
I don't think I can keep my patience from wearing thin. Sooner or later, you will find out how I think of you- and I don't think you will care anymore. You will be way out of my life by then.
I just want to tell you that what we had was beautiful. I liked it. But eventually either of us has to end it, and you know why without me trying to explain it.
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
