Stuck

I don't think it is that you left
What is bothering me,
Or even that you didn't choose me.

I believe it is something more personal,
Another issue about myself;
That I picked you over everyone else.

I guess the thing is,
I always make people my first choice
When I'm not even their fourth,
And I spend time loving them
Expecting nothing in return.
And I should.

Because here I am thinking of your eyes,
Listening to the sound of her voice
And I'm letting it happen again.
And I'm stuck. I'm stuck. I'm stuck