Let's just get this out of the way:
I don't want to be with you.
You don't want to be with me.

Fine. Granted. No ambiguity there.

With that being said, know this:
I want you to want me.
Badly.

When you wake up in the morning,
I want you thinking of my words.
When you want to share a recollection,
It's me that I want you to text.
When you want comfort at night,
It's in my bed that I want you to wish you were.

There are many guys who want you.
That's not particularly special.
It's well deserved; you are beautiful and can charm like few others;
But I don't want to be one of them.

While I would be one of many if I was to want you,
You would not have much company if you were to like me.
That's not to say that I'm undesirable.
I'm just not out there as much as you are.

You would be a much rarer commodity,
And thus, more valuable.

That's how I justify it.

Bur really,
I just wish you longed for me like I do for you.
Even when it will never be.