Untitled Poem

I think about you often,
I wonder where you are,
I cry inside,
Because I know,
You don't give a damn about me at all.
Or maybe,
You do,
But not the same way I care about you.

The person you love,
Doesn't love you back,
Not at all.
She thinks you're a loser.
But I'm the loser,
Because,
In your eyes,
I'll never win your heart.

I guess I admire you,
In my own little way,
I listen to you,
and I really do like being with you.

Can't you just see it?
I'm there all the time!
And it hurts,
When I see the way you look at her,
And the way she says,
You're getting annoying,
and how she wishes you'd leave her.

Well,
if only she knew,
How much I wish I was her,
so that I had someone,
to love me like that...