Sometimes all I want is to feel loved, for someone to look at me and be left speechless, to want to be around me. I am left with the inconsolable fact that I can’t have what I want, I’ve aimed too high, I’m still alone. The numbness of it all threatens to suffocate my heart, my soul with the truth, I am the one to forever be looked over, unimpressive, simply too ordinary. Love cannot live here.
Has the future become the past
You always said we could work things out in the future. Is this the future I’ve been waiting for or has that already passed? If it’s not me, I hope that someone, somewhere out there can see you in the same light I did. I hope she can love you half as much as I ever did.