Am I not worth a love note, flowers, or a simple yet sentimental gift?
Do I not deserve you going out of your way to involve yourself in my life?
I know you love another more and with each strike against my heart, I close up, pull away, delve deeper into emptiness.
All I’ve done, even for a stranger,
All I’ve shared, more with you than any other,
All I’ve sacrificed to show my love, what actions have you taken?
Do I know you love me? If I listen to your words.
I’m tired of feeling unimportant to those I love the most.
I hurt most of the time yet my cries and pleas go unnoticed, draw not a single care from you.
Why must I work so hard to make you love me?
Why does it hurt so bad when I know you never will?
© LRS March 12, 2012