Not meant for me

Why do you always seem to look straight at me 

when you're actually looking past me?

Why do you always seem talk to me happily

but leave me sending the last message?

Why do you always keep me yearning for more

when you know you don't feel the same?

Tempted by your steady gaze,

Enticed by your unfazed confidence,

Drawn to your meticulousness.

Why do I have to face the harsh truth

that you're not meant for me?