Regret

I found it
Ironic
That you always
Seemed to forget
That I loved you.

I gave you
Everything
I shared with you
My world.
My dreams.
My passions.

And I remember
People like you
Don't love
People like me...
Or maybe I'm just the type
That couldn't be loved
Even when it's false.

But it doesn't console
The fact
I gave my all
And you gave nothing
But a blank piece of paper
Covered with regret.