I senselessly wonder what it would be like if you cared about me.
I fight my tender heart to not dwell further. I fear...
I fear that, for you, I am just a warm body in which to pass loneliness and entertain boredom.
In a way, I am willing to accept being nothing to you - since it is in those fleeting moments with you that I am able to capture the best of me.
And yet, in a way, that makes me the saddest of all - to care for a man who may never care for me at all.












