Nothing left for me to say
I refuse to hurt you 
But you're love reaches many, my love is selfish 
I can feel you miss her 
I know why you cry 
A part of me Is glad it's not me 
The other part sees the severity of this 
I wish I made you feel those passions 
But I guess I knew what I was getting into
I never should have expected you to only love me, let alone love me most 
My heart is so empty and cold 
And yours grows And expands white warmth and cant seem to shrivel in the cold, leaving you empty 
As your tears pour and your soul aches I only wish I could mend it 
My heart is broken for you and myself because I can never be her,
And I only wish I could make you forget with my love 
My heart hates her for what she did. And I wish you could be happy with her where your heart belongs
Life is a cruel game sometimes you can't help who you love and I know she would choose me if she had the choice, but love is not a choice 
Sometimes I wish her passions were as innocent as mine and I was the only person in her heart
Her love is bigger than I, it is bigger than she understands and I put no blame on her for loving another
I don't Deserve her heart as a whole 
What love have I given to have it ? 
I've always beloved you must pay it foreword 
My dear Emily I fear your love and admire it so, your depth is why I love you so, so unlike me ,so beautiful
If I could only see you love the one who you deserve, and feel the love back
But on a selfish note , Isn't it a tragedy it's not me ?