if you were me...

if it was you who was i,
you would know how torturing 
it is to not receive a care in the world
at all by the one who holds your
very heart, if it was you who was i,
you would grow familiar with
the sudden surge of tears and the 
all too familiar feeling of a stomach
being dropped at the sight of you
holding another. if it was you 
who was i, you would be at torment 
with your mind and the constant thoughts
of you encircling it, yet the greatest 
thought of all being that i never cross your 
mind -- not once.
if it was you who was i, you would know
the feeling of holding a world full of
love for someone who wont even give you
the time of day.
and if it was you who was i,
you would understand why my heart is
so heavy, and why my eyes are 
so distant.