a short angry poem at 2:56am

You came home and punched the wall

and cursed 

because you are so fed up with 

the girls and the boys

playing musical hearts

and you are always left

without a seat

and how could it be

You asked

that the girl you've had your eyes on

never looks back

and the feelings you hate

keep coming back

and seem to never leave.

And all I could do was listen 

to you

and look

though you never look back.