It still makes me sad that you never wanted me as much as I did you,
I did all of the right things, brought you into my fold,
So openly and with deep affection,
Why wasn’t I good enough?
Knowing what I have to offer, what about me didn’t suit?
I was myself, I let walls down I had built up for years,
Yet still, the matters of your heart do not open to me,
Leading me to conclude, the issue must lie with me,
Deficient in some way to turn your feelings sour