Made again to feel unworthy.
he tells me its no surprise.

Don't have expectations.
life is a murderous thing.

Trying so hard,
to keep my soul to myself.

Trying harder even
to convince you to share your own.

No explanations.
None needed, none deserved.

But heart wrenching guilt,
simply for being myself.

Knowing, daily, that I will Never earn
the love of a man of your caliber.

Flirting again. Your best friend.
outside, hope eludes me.

On the inside I cannot let go
of the ever crushing pain of hope.

Unanswered texts.
Wasted wishes of a wasted man.