I knew that you didn’t love me back,
that didn’t stop the pain that came with the words,
“I’ve never thought of you that way.”
I cared for you,
you cared for yourself.
I was never good enough to be loved unconditionally,
never good enough to be your first choice.
You were the rain,
creating my river of tears.
Not one conversation ended happily,
yet you remained a bolder in my path that I refused to move.
I locked myself in a cage with your name on it to impress you,
you didn’t even notice.
Flirting and leading me on was a game,
a punishment,
in your words “just a joke,”
In mine,
the final straw that pushed me into my suicidal hole.
And, I still loved you.