The love, the hate, and the beautiful

Invisible

Why can't you look at me the way you look at her?

She doesn't understand you like I do.

What does she have that I don't?

I'm the one who cares about you.

I'm the one who will always be there for you no matter what.

I'm the one who loves you for you.

But obviously that's not enough.

Because if it was, you'd feel the same way.

You wouldn't tell me I'm beautiful and just walk away.

I guess it will always be like this.

I look at you and see someone that I love, and someone that I want to love me back.

But when you look at me, you look through me.

That's the funny thing about loving someone.

Sometimes, the one you love doesn't love you back.

They look through you, looking at someone else.

They don't realize that they already have someone standing right there in front of them.