i don't always understand life's twists and turns...
why did someone else get the attention that should have been mine?
why do i suffer still from the jealousy of it?
why can't you make it better, take the pain away?
why couldn't my love be enough?
why does this hurt so much?
why do all the little things make the difference now,
when the bigger things have been resolved?
why do i resent the fact that someone else got the shiny things,
when i ASKED for the practical ones?
why was i never surprised with random little presents,
even though frugality was my soap box?
why could i never tell you that my heart wanted those things sometimes...
a poem or a card just randomly left for me somewhere?
none of this should have mattered, but it does.
why all the little things?
why do they hurt the most?
