It was always you
Lovers have come and gone
But I always hoped for "us" in the end
You don't think the same

I know you don't
Because you've never paid attention to me
Ignored my every glance, hello, and wave
It's okay honestly, I've become used to it

Maybe if I changed, then you would like me
Maybe I would finally feel what it's like to be by your side
To hold your hand, and wear your letterman
At football games

All these years, and it was you
I wrote this poem not for myself
Or for past lovers
But for you.