Why am I always the one left behind, watching as you walk away?
No matter how hard I try to catch up, you seem to rise higher and higher.
Can't you hear me calling? My voice just doesn't reach you anymore.
But still my love burns on, and so I will keep trying until I can stand no more.
There's so much left to learn, so much that I want to share with you.
There are so many experiences, so many dreams I want to have with you.
But you don't realize I even exist, much less understand my feelings for you.
If you ever did find out, you would only ridicule me, and create that face.
That face I never want to see again, part revulsion, part awkwardness,
And wholly disinterested, perhaps even irritated that I exist.
So I just watch from afar as you glow, brighter and brighter.
Almost too bright to look at, but I admire you too much to stop watching.
I would rather risk blindness than be unable to adore your form.
As fate, cruel fate, would have it, I will forever remain nameless to you.
I will never be special or interesting or anything more than
Just another face in the crowd, another person to brush by.
So I will not cause myself more pain than necessary. I will not lie
To my heart, to my soul. I won't waste my life on someone that
Doesn't care for me at all. If there is pain, I will learn to live half alive,
Perhaps even numb. No matter what, I refuse to send myself
To my personal hell of one-sided loves on a one-way street.
If you leave me behind, I will turn to another path and walk that way.
My voice won't reach you, so I will stop calling, stop clinging.
Perhaps that way, the rain will stop falling, death will stop calling
And I will find myself in a meadow of flowers under the sun again.