When you have so much love to give,
But the people you have loved
Are not willing to accept it,
Eliminating your last shred of hope.
Blinded by romanticism,
We all seek to love and be loved,
Forgetting the emotions,
Of those who love us unrequitedly.
Making pancakes for you,
In the morning light,
Listening to every word you say,
Has become my fantasy.
You told me that I am lovable,
Yet you cannot love me,
Since I am not mysterious enough,
Because you know how I feel.
Get someone you love,
Forget about me,
But I will always loathe,
The thought of you with someone else.