Unrequited Love

I wonder what could have been,
If you'd picked me instead of her.
You have your heart on a platter,
Lettering her reject it every time.
Why do you do that to yourself?
Why don't I understand why?
Is it love?
Do you really believe you're perfect for her?
Is unrequited love such a cycle?
A vicious circle of repeating heartbreaks.
"He loves her who loves another that loves someone else."
It can't end though,
It's always around.