ALL I COULD DO

All I could ever do
Is read his text
Pretend to be happy
Live in my fantasy with him in it
Love him in it
Well he doesn't know
Yes his boring
Slow to realise
Like his asleep
Can only realise when it's all gone
Yes it seems
But I love him
Unconditionally

Will he ever know my love
Does he notice
Will he notice
Choosing not to walk away
All seems like a waste
I dare myself to try all angles
Yet within I'm withering
Painful to get used to being mad
That it doesn't pain me anymore.