Meaningless to you
Priceless to me.

An inconsistant tug-of-war
consistently tugging on my
heart's open door.

A fight I cannot win,
another loss added
to my record.

I sit alone
weeping.

You see,
you stare.
Surrounded by new friends,
better friends.
People more like you than I,
people you like more than I.

I've confessed
my love.
You shrugged.
I've proclaimed
my love.
You left me cold.

I've lost the fight for
your friendship,
your love.