I often wonder if you know
how SMALL you make me feel?
You pretend that I do not exist.
You wish I was not real.
You do not want to be my friend
This was clear from the very start.
No matter how I reached out to you,
I was shunned by your cold, cold heart.
All these years I have tried my best
To be a friend with you my dear.
But now I think I understand,
Its my love you have always feared.
Its really sad but I have given up.
You have what you’ve always craved.
A space that is far and away from me.
Someday you’ll dance upon my grave.