The worst part about loving you is I know you'll never love me back. Every time I look at you, I see something in your eyes, and I don't know what it is, be it loathing or indifference, it's nothing like I want to see. And very tokens look in your eyes, I feel a knife In my heart just go deeper and deeper, twisting as it tears apart what was once whole. Love comes more than once in life, but never the same way. I'll never know what it's like to feel our love because it doesn't exist. So for now, I'll keep it to myself, I'll keep day dreaming about a future in which I'm happy with you, while you think about biology terms, or what you need to do on the field. While you do that, I'll be thinking of all my flaws, why no one loves me as I love them, and why above all, I can't love myself.