love me

my sadness is fleeting, my sadness is not allowed, my sadness doesn't exist, only in your eyes am I what I am. when I'm so deeply in love with you, why is it so hard to put away your jokes and resist? my vulnerability in front of you, my heart on a platter, you crush it, and the blood, it did splatter. I kill my devotion, my heart aches, it cries harder with every time you don't reciprocate, but that's what a girl gets for not being able to communicate. I shouldn't beg, I want to rage a womanly rage, to be listened to by you, but to you I feel I am nothing, nothing compared to her.