I can see the adoration in your eyes, all for her distracted gaze.

My heart begs you to look at me, to see me, to love me.

But I knew I couldn't force you to want me.

And I probably should've fought for you, but fighting for a love that never existed seemed pointless.

Seeing her in your arms were I was supposed to be broke me, but you were happy, and I loved you.

If i couldn't be your source of joy, I would hold my broken heart and stare through the darkness at the life you deserved,

the life you wanted, the life that finally came true.

You deserved your happiness, even if it wasn't with me.