TO MY GIRLFRIEND

You met me at my lowest, and my love for you grew the slowest, kept my heart for everyone else the coldest, so you could be my goldest. I said I didn't care, but you made me stare, and my love for you was rare, no one could make me share. You treated me like no one, but to me, you were someone, so I thought I won, but to you, it was just fun. Your love for me is fading, or you're just good at hiding, so I am deciding whether to keep fighting or just writing. Till you realize if I'm your loveliest prize.