what's the point?
What's the point of knitting him socks,
That you know he will never wear.
What's the point of trying,
When you know he doesn't care.
What's the point of hoping for something,
When you know it obviously isn't there.
What's the point of loving,
When you never get your fair share?
But this love,
Something so rare,
I've never felt anything like this before;
Nothing can compare.
I want to tell you how I feel,
But I will never dare.
Not that you care.
You never once did.
I blame my foolishness,
I blame my greed.
But is it too much to ask?
Because a little love is all I need.
But you shoved me away,
Along with my requests,
Just like every other day.
So what's the point?
There's no point.
YOU ARE READING
unrequited love poems
Poetrywhere I pour out my feelings. and maybe ramble sometimes.
