So Sad (Too Bad)

You fall hard.
So do I.
You long for her love.
I long for yours.
You asked for me, you cared for me,
you protected me.
You ignored me.
It's pretty fucking obvious you like,maybe love, her.
But you aren't helping yourself
by helping yourself
to her voice, face, eyes, smile, everything about her
every chance you get.
That's just plain 'ole stupid.
But I'm not one to talk.
I risk my chances for you.
Which is weird, because I only just met you.
I get in trouble for you,
cry for you.
Cut for you.
Write for and about you.
Waste my time on you, even though
you change your mind every other freakin' day.
When, really, there's no point in liking you.
You're hung up, will be for a while, I
can just tell.
We're both so pathetic.
I pity us.
Dammit.