I loved him.
I tried to give him all I could but failed.
I tried to be the *light in his world so dim
and I wanted to be the air he inhaled.

This love was one-sided.
Was I not good enough?
Was that why it was so unrequited?
Was that why you were acting so tough?

Didn't you love me?
Atleast at one point?
Why couldn't you see
that hopes tend to disappoint?

You didn't love me as much I loved you.
I tried to force my brain to believe that you did,
and I did believe that you loved me, too.
but that's just one of the many lies that you hid.