I fell in love with you,
but you did not give a ****,
though I in every way showed my
love without uttering the words.
You have no idea, you have no clue,
just how much I think about you.
You are in my dreams,
You are my thoughts.
I thought you will come and pacify
my beating heart.  
You told me I looked beautiful.  
I waited for what seemed like aeons
for you to say I like you.
I thought you'll at least say you
wanted me as a friend.
I craved to know the person you are,
trying to figure out,
yet could only see an ideal person.
I  was ready to accept you
Just the way you were.
I thought it was all about sharing.
I tried to tell you who I was and
expected you to share who you were.
**** my expectations.
I thought you will share your ideas,
dreams and goals with me.
But, dang, you shared your dreams
with my bestie.
You are running behind her.
It hurts like hell.  
I carry a bleeding heart now
and try to pacify myself.
If this is what it is about,
then let it be.
I don't give a **** about you either.
It doesn't matter I fell in love with you.
You don't deserve my love,
the pure love I had for you.
I would rather love myself for
my beautiful heart and soul,
than wait for you with bleeding heart.