Wish you could be my escape,
but you're the one causing the pain.
At this point I'm starting to blame myself.
Let you know how I feel,
then the effort is lost.
Constantly feeling ignored.
I have to stop expecting more.
The love I give is never translated back to me.
You never seem to give me your time.
No longer feeling worth it.
You tell me I'm special,
your actions speak differently.
Don't treat me like you promised you would.
Why do I even bother?
It's just this thought in my head,
this feeling that your love will be inordinate.
Something special that keeps me waiting,
waiting for you to open up to me,
for you to love me.
want me,
care for me,
maybe even fall for me.