Where I Stand

When people entered
your home and room,
took photos in your clothes,
I began to ponder where I stand.

At one point,
you didn’t even like me waiting
in front of your house.
When I asked,
“why I was treated differently
than someone you were fine with
entering your home,”
you said,
“they’re good friends,
and the family knows them

That’s how you
degraded and distanced me and
devalued my love and worth.
You simply forgot
that I was someone you kissed,
and someone who loves you.
But you let others, whom you kissed,
into your home and room
without a second thought.
That’s where I stood.

However, I was allowed
to enter your home but not your room.
You made me meet your family,
only to make me realise
the reasons behind a life decision
you had already taken,
without my knowledge.

I didn’t have ulterior motives
like others who fooled around with you,
like those who want to get into your pants.
Because all I did was
love you, unconditionally,
unlike anyone you had in your life.
That’s the difference
between them and me.

Maybe at one point,
they were your crushes,
the ones you once flirted with,
and I was only a well-wisher,
hence the poor treatment.

You were too busy to notice my love.
Let alone, treated me like a stranger
over everybody else
you’ve talked, met or kissed.
And that’s where I realised
where I stand.