This must be intervention from above. 

To make life unjust and unfair. 

To give me this sick kind of love. 

A love for someone who does not care. 

 

I don't think I'm desperate. 

I don't think I'm lonely. 

I did think love was worth it. 

I did think she could be my only. 

 

I never believed in love at first sight. 

Now that I have seen. 

Try to deny it as I might. 

I want nothing more than for her to be my queen. 

 

Yet my feelings are strong, 

And I'll remember her always. 

Her feelings are as good as gone,

And her memory of me has probably faded away. 

 

I got to see the true her,

Without the makeup, fake smiles and masks. 

She was different, someone I've never met before. 

To pursue her seemed like a great task. 

 

And she saw the real me. 

The dork, nerd and all my quirks. 

Probably laughing at me. 

And my cheesy attempts to flirt. 

 

But I will never see her again. 

I wish I could hold her close once more. 

Our story is one of too long of a beginning and too short of an end. 

She managed to find her way straight to my core. 

 

She said she didn't want us to mean anything.

To be nothing more than a camp fling. 

Kinda hard to keep to that while kissing. 

I don't know how she did it without feeling. 

 

I'll admit it. 

I fell, hard. 

She didn't. 

Now I get to live with this scar.