Yet Again

How unfair should the world be, To let me see beauty, Yet use it against me? Those eyes, I thought liked to look at me. To look at me as a friend, Or someone entirely different, But now, it gazes past me. I liked those smiles, That beautiful image I see. How I’d wish, For you to also see me. But who am I, For you to even think about? I am just someone else, Like an available item for you to pick. They say, “Love a writer, and you’ll be immortalized, in pen and paper”. But for me it was the opposite. I have loved and lost. And now, I have, yet again, Immortalized, Another soul.