Doubt

Can it be that every time,
you look at her,
you feel more than when you look at me?

Can it be that all your kisses,
will always be for her,
and never for me?

Can it be that all the words I write,
are being wasted because you care for her,
what you don't care for me?

Can it be that while I'm thinking of you,
you will never think of me?

Can it be that all the tears I shed,
are wasted on you?
because you obviously don't love me.