Unrequited

Such sweetness was in her eyes, But now her heart is made of ice. I’ve given her scores of chances, But at most they end up being glances. I would have given her my life, But her apathy cuts like a knife. The best part I remember were her subtle clues, But now they have become as painful as a bruise. I still think there’s hope around the bend, But now it’s hard to even consider her a friend. I pray she can see that I love her, But now that wish has become a whisper. I should really give up on her and this letter, But my heart has never known better.