Coming to Terms with the Truth

As I'm coming to truth with certain facts, I'm beginning to realize you never truly loved me back.

I don't know what more I could have done to make you see the circles I would run.

I thought you were my best friend, I thought you were my lover.

But apparently I was simply your bedroom dust cover.

All I ever wanted was a fairytale romance.

Where my knight in shining armor would sweep me off my feet in a flourish and a dance.

Instead, you gave me heartache and sorrow that was overwhelming for an adolescent.

Instead of comfort, you would leave me if I didn't take anti-depressants.

I simply wanted you to want me back the same way that I loved you.

Unfortunately, you didn't know what you wanted and rarely let me close to you.

Instead of just having apples, you wanted apples and oranges. You didn't know which was the better fruit.

But I can definitely tell you I tried to give you everything, yet sadly it didn't compute.

Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize that I was always there for you.