a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

isolated

i don't understand how you can be there
for me,
when only you need it.
and i don't quite get
how you can drop me for others so easily,
and forget it.

im not sure if there's a game being played,
or you're genuinely confused.
but it hurts when you turn away
as i try to talk to you.

do you only speak to me
if i start the conversation?
would you ever dream of me,
or is that just my imagination?

we spend all of this time
wondering if people like us back,
but can you tell me the truth,
do i have what others lack?