In your heart

I'm not sure if you have one, at least for me.
I told you earlier today that I feel I hold no weight in your heart.
I meant that.
I believe you care about me, you enjoy moments with me.
But not I, I in my entirety.
I am 'too much'.
A burden on the ego, never a trophy.
Then again my naivety could equate triumph.
I am merely your everyday.
I am the gasoline that keeps your car going, a necessity.
I am not the wax that costs extra to give your car that shine, a luxury.
I cannot hold your attention.
Not longer than a moment.
Before someone passes by, and takes you from me.
You have never been mine.
I have always shared you.
Not by choice.
I've only wanted to exist in a world with you and me.
You escape our atmosphere every now and then.
And I wait alone, for you to come home.
Something about me cannot hold you.
Something about me cannot make you fall in love with me.
I just wanted to be her.
I just wanted to be her for you.
The girl who has all of you, in your entirety.

I have given you the world, and it's not enough.
It will never be enough.