When I love others
who I clearly know
do not love me back,
it feels like I'm just
pouring water
into a
basket.

But you,
you are my undoing.
The fuzzy signals,
the light on today
but off the next;
the endearing look today
but nonchalance the next.
All just makes me feel
like I'm pouring water
into a basin
made of cotton.

While I do know it won't hold,
I still helplessly hope it does.