Even though I’m just nobody to you,
I’m not invisible.
I know you could see me with your eyes.
I’m not stupid.
Still, even though you treat me like dirt,
I will still be standing there.
Loving you, caring for you.
Standing there,
All alone.
With no one to hold me.
With no one sparing me a word.
Sharp glances sent my way.
I don’t even know what I did wrong.
All I did was love you.
Standing there,
All alone.
With no one to call my friend.
It’s crazy how I can hold on.
I hold on to an ember of flame I have for you.
Standing there,
I still love you.
I still care.
Just a glance, for me, will you spare?
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink Poetry
Poetry"The poem is a little myth of man's capacity to make life meaningful." - Robert Penn Warren
