Pitiful

They had every opportunity

To love me.

Each moment held arrested in time.

Each second their eyes caught mine.

Yes, I can see clearly.

They had every opportunity.

I used to think we had words left unsaid.

But really they were feelings

Only felt by me.

A whole meaning lost in translation.

While they wasted nothing

I wasted years in an illusion. 

I thought better of them.

I thought of them.

I thought there was something, anything

Between us. 

But really it was just me

Standing here by myself. 

I never truly existed in their life. 

They had every opportunity

To love me. 

They chose to not even know me.

And while I held onto regret

Never knowing how to be their friend. 

They didn't even care if I lived at all. 

I only wish I was able to understand it

And let them go

Years ago. 

Stop wasting my life

Waiting for them to see my value. 

They were never even a friend of mine. 

And here in my head we were

So much more.