Isn’t it the worst form of sentence
To be loved by many but the one
To have enough people make advances
But have the one we chase on the run.
Each day we wake up to messages
That could fill our day with love a lot
But rather rouse from bed disappointed
That the one that matters cared not.
To realize I’m doing to the rest
What he’s been doing to me
And not being able to help that feeling
Of being invisible to the eye I wish would see.
I try my best to value the love I get
And reciprocate the same as long as they last
But the void that the one has formed
No substitute has a blanket on it cast.
I wish it was as easy as loving the one that loves you
As easy as accepting love from where it comes
And not yearn for the one that doesn’t
And breaks your heart in crumbs.