Love is an action, not just words

 

I tend to hear people say they “love me” 

 But they hardly ever call

 

They say they “love me” 

But they never want to meet up 

 

They say they “love me” 

But aren’t there for me

 

I see the action of avoidance

Not love.

 

I see them make effort for someone else

But not for me.

 

Is this a glitch?

 

Why am I always the forgotten one?

 

Why am I always the one they laugh at?

 

Why don’t they care?

 

Doing my best to be a good friend doesn’t seem to work

 

I wait for them.

 

I’m there for them.

 

What about me? 

 

Am I really just nothing to them?

 

Seems that I’m not able to be loved.

 

Loved is what I've always wanted to be

 

Maybe in another life, I can pretend.

Pretend that someone wants to spend time with me.

 

Pretend that someone will hug me when I’m not ok.

 

Pretend that they’ll wait for me when I tie my shoe.

 

Pretend. 

 

Because reality chooses to be against me

 

I’m chosen to be forgotten

 

Forgotten?

 

Seems I was never remembered in the first place

 

But if remembered….remembered for what?

 

They know nothing about me because they never cared to ask.

 

What are my hobbies?

 

What songs do I like?

 

What’s my favorite type of food?

 

What makes me laugh?

 

What hurts me?

 

Answers are in the palm of my hand if only someone cared.

 

Desired to be loved, chosen not to be.