why?

Why do I wait for a text that never lights up my screen, when you scroll past my presence like I was never seen? Why does your laughter echo like music in my veins, when my silence, my longing, go unheard in your lanes? Why do my dreams paint you in colors only I know, while your heart beats freely, in places I can’t go? Why does love feel like fire, burning me whole each night, when for you it’s just a shadow, that never touches light? Why must my soul be chained to a hope that won’t come true? Why do I keep on asking… when the answer is not you?