I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.
in my mind there was still some sliver of a chance, but then crushed by the weight of the knowledge, I wondered what did I do wrong?
we kissed under the stars once
talked late into the dark
all for one bitter coffee and then no contact
you said you felt awful for the way you treated me
and I forgave you because how could I not?
your sweet eyes and gentle voice
compelling me to ache and seethe at your callous uncaring
your intelligence and excitement for topics that you care about
but just not me
you asked how I still liked you and I wonder how you ever liked me
you said that i was pretty and smart and easy to talk to and oh how I wish that you would have said that before
it is like we just keep barely missing each other, one always leaving, always me who holds on to some small hope
but there isn’t any hope anymore
I rue the way your eyes light up when you speak about her, and I will never compare. I am not as beautiful or funny or kind. I am the girl who sits waiting for a letter in the mail that never comes, who yearns for something that doesn’t exist, who pines knowing the unlikelihood of returned affection
and still I sit next to you
as you- half asleep