Unrequited

You saw right through me when we first met. You knew as we got along how much you left me in a fret.

Every day, trying to get your attention. Whereas for you, my name was barely worth a mention.
 
Your approval was a fatal addiction. I was a fool to think that your reciprocity was anything beyond fiction.
 
Why did I think so desperately that you could be changed? Your smile, your laugh, your embraces, all of it was feigned.

You left my emotions so vulnerable, yet so intense. Knocking down my final shreds of dignity with your two cents. 

“I love you like a sister”, you told me. All the while, leaving me tumbling in this twister. 

I’ve never met a person like you. And even if you’ve met a hundred versions of me, no one knows you like I do. 

Though you had told me once, twice, even thrice, I keep naively throwing down that same dice. 

It was the only way that I could stand to stay, but you saw me as a friend, and that’s where your heart laid. 

Maybe I was selfish in giving you that ultimatum. I didn’t want to be just friends. 

You thought I was joking, but you should have taken it verbatim. Truly loving me was the only way that my heart would mend. 

I remember through our final farewells, I pitched to you my last bet.

But your heart never once wavered.  

It saddens me to say now, but in that moment, I briefly wished that we had never met. 

Your friendship, I sometimes mourn. But I knew that this unrequited love was leaving me torn.