saddened

i remember that one told me that if i needed to, i will be able to.
and yes, it was true that i could when i did.

but i am saddened, that even so, that one did not reciprocate with a response that would leave me even the slightest bit satisfied.

it was but a meaningless gesture.
an embrace of no worth.

that one will not know.
that one will not know.

"I can't make you love me

And you can't make me either

Patience, boy I need it

I can't make me love you"

- butterfly boucher