It doesn't matter how I feel.
Something says it never will.
You belong to someone else
despite my use of mental stealth.
Subconsciously, I always knew
I didn't stand a chance with you,
but I still had to try
before I said good-bye.
I tried to have you notice me
always sensing we could never be.
I pressed on through my doubt
and quieted these questions throughout.
To me, you were more than a pretty face,
but a picture of God's holy grace.
You're still growing on me evermore,
but I'm not deceived like I was before.
You're happy with her, and I can see
why you'd choose her over me.
Evidently, she is what you need,
so now, publicly, I lay down my greed.
