Feelings Unrequited
What am I, if I am nothing to you?
With weary eyes and a broken heart
I watch you…
as your eyes never stray from hers.
The one who is pure with innocence and laughter,
with a quiet strength and simple demeanor
that can take your breath away…
Why?
Why can't I bestow those feelings on you?
Am I not good enough?
My heart hurts when I think of the way
you feel for her;
the same way I feel for you.
I wish for the day that will never come, I fear…
the day when you would leave her
and come to my side instead.
The day when you would whisper those
three simple words that would make us
"more than friends."
…I love you.