So I waited, hoping you'd choose me, see me—
but each day, it was only you, in my thoughts, and I was lost in the blur.
Every sign you showed told me I wasn't meant to be,
yet my love for you ran deeper, aching with every turn, a quiet, endless stir.

I dreamt of us like lovers in the spotlight,
those TikTok moments, the Instagram scenes—but you couldn't see
me, as I truly am, and it stung each time, a love unclaimed,
as if I were the girl who waits, unseen, in the shadows of your symmetry.

I guess it's time to let go now, for hope is a heavy weight to carry,
a prayer unspoken, a future unanswered—but still, I cherish the past we shared.
I thank you for being you, and for the distance you've drawn,
pushing me away has shown me that love can't always be repaired.
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