Love

For everyone but me,
there is love in the air,
there i sit,
unnoticed in a chair.

no one knows me,
no one knows who i am,
no one likes me,
to others I'm spam.

one says he does,
says he loves me,
but i see it in his eyes,
I'm just a trophy.

he hugs me and kisses me,
sweeps me up like a broom,
but i know there's other girls,
i smell their perfume.

there's clues everywhere,
make up on his shirt,
he's playing me,
but doesn't know how it hurts.

i cry at night,
not knowing what to do,
wondering that'll happen,
knowing I'm one of the few,

i can't dump him,
i love him too much,
but i sit wondering,
what other hearts has he touched?