I've tried to play it cool, Thinking maybe we could take things slow. But deep down I knew I was the fool, Hoping for a flower that would never grow.

I looked past the signs, Convincing myself it was nothing more. From the day I caught you with him "Maybe a coincidence," I swore.

The days grew clearer, the truth more loud, Yet I chose to turn a blind eye. Believing that slowly, surely, Something more than friendship might arise.

Casual talks of knowing each other… But wait — wasn't I the only one trying? Small talk that stretched into long nights, Then faded into silence, denying.

Until the truth was spoken plain, Straight to my face, no disguise. I smiled, though inside I broke, Knowing your happiness was never mine to provide.

The time I thought was a gentle beginning Turned into a slow, painful end. A chapter closed, a lesson written, A heart too fragile to mend.

Yet from the ashes of what was lost, I rise with scars that teach me still. Love cannot bloom where roots are false, But strength can grow where pain is real.