You think of me; I think of him.
You picture me; I picture him.
You want me; I need him.
You dream of me in all my sweetness;
I dream of him in all his glory.
You hate me for not loving you back;
I resent him for not noticing me.
And we both think that he is, perhaps,
the luckiest bastard on the planet!
Yet, no one notices his sad smiles,
and no one pays attention
to the depth in his depressed Joy.
Sometimes, no one wins
and everybody is a loser.
A/N: Written ages ago, but still applicable… =/ The beautiful art does not belong to me. It was taken from here: http://justjanga.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-triangles-and-daisy-bellamy.html