Lonely

The crimson strands of my heart reach out to you.

The ghostly but warm fingers of my soul grab on to you.

The strong wisps of my mind think of you,

But I am thrown down.

Darkness surrounding.

Overwhelming loneliness and sorrow cover me.

I care for you so much.

But you stand there,

You back turned away,

You mind dancing on a separate field.

I don’t want romance,

I just want you.

To speak to,

To care about,

To have the warm feelings of friendship surround us both.

We stood strong on those grounds long ago.

Hand in hand, we shared stories and thoughts and dreams.

Yet now I’m nothing more than a muffled voice among the crowd.

All I want is your attention.

Is that so much to ask?

What have I done to be pushed into the dirt and mud of your thoughts?

I only matter to you when there is no one else.

Why do I get treated so wrongly?

You’re not the first.

I haven’t wronged you.

I’ve even loved you.

But that dream was set aside.

All I wish is friendship,

But all I see is the back of your hand.

I hope you once experience this,

Being coldly shrugged off by some one you love.

I was there for you during hard times.

I shared my advice.

I suppose that means nothing to you now.

I will slump against the grimy walls of despair.

No hope is left.

Why do I keep trying?

It only brings more sorrow.

Do I enjoy some sick pleasure in depression?

I must, for I still expect the very least from you.