Eponine

No chance. None at all.
Despite seeing you almost every day.
Despite putting my best foot forward.
Despite grooming myself up to look pretty,
to sound great, to seem amazing to you
it just doesn't work.
You don't like me. That's a simple fact.
And it hurts everytime we talk
because I'm falling for every word,
every kind gaze, every concern you give me.

It hurts because despite being around you so often
There isn't even a chance to be with you.

I've given you the best of me.
I've paraded the grandest side of me.
And you are never captivated for even a second.
You appreciate me, but not in the way I want you to.

Every conversation, every walk side by side,

everytime you leave me for her,
everytime you talk to her,
everytime you daydream about her,
everytime you mention her name,
everytime you desire to be with her.

It emphasizes the fct that I can't have you
despite all these years and all I've done.
There is not even a slim chance.

And I know I should move on and forget you.
Find someone better to shower me with attention.
But you are even better.
And I love your heart.
And I love you.
And I just wanna be with you.

Is that so wrong?
Why do you deprive me of a chance?
Why do you not choose me?