How is it that with just one look
I can make you feel wanted,
Make you feel loved,
Make you feel missed,
Make you feel adored.
Yet you can’t even return my call,
Return my glances,
Return my love,
Return my admiration.
I need to stop giving so much,
Stop loving so hard,
Stop putting in what I’m not receiving,
Stop falling when you can’t even catch me.













