My heart is burning

I want him to have me, or want me, or like me. I don't know why. I want him to need me, talk to me, think I'm interesting. He doesn't care for me. I'm not here in this world for him and it hurts me.

I'll see him for a little bit and every time I do, he doesn't care. Every time I've seen him it was weird. Like I shouldn't have been there. We didn't say much. So we smoked and I got tender. I cuddle on his shoulder. He knows what I want, but I know he can't give it to me. I wish he held my hand. I wish he kissed my cheek or something little, just to make me happy, but he doesn't. Because he's a good guy and he doesn't want to hurt me, and I hate it.