How happy was I
when we first spoke,
when you would call
and bring joy to me.

It went on for a while
but maybe.
Somehow you grew tired of me.

It hurts because I believed,
It hurts because I fell.
It hurts so much more,
because I thought it went well.

Today I was excited,
to see you at last.
I would see you amidst them all.

But what I saw,
and what I felt,
made my vision go small.

There you were,
standing with a smile.
The kind that made this life worthwhile.

But everything changed
when I realized.
I wasn't the one who made you smile.

She stood beside you,
hair hiding her face.
You spoke sweetly,
like honey's embrace.

It pained me to think,
that you didn't want me.
That all we had was just play.

Why didn't you like me?
Why didn't you say?
But I guess that's how my story will go.
Each and every day.