Unwanted

Sometimes I look at that face,
And know I’m just taking up space.
Every so often I look at you,
And know I’m unwanted by you.
Some days I just want you back,
And know I’ll never get you back.
Every few moments I know I lost what I wanted.
And I know that I’m still going to be unwanted.
Some thoughts are of you and me,
And I know that will never be.
Every couple hours I see you with her,
And I know you’d rather be with her.
Some feelings are for the most part wanted,
And I know there are just as many unwanted.
Every few steps I take, I know I’m unwanted
And the whole thing is only partly regretted.