Their was still not a nook or cranny left in your heart for me, nor in your memory or your pity. I gave my heart to you but ignored the consequences I would face, with my naive, little, heart. Now I know the difference between my own fantasy and realty. I was the one poring out my feelings while you tipped them down the drain. my words where sincere while yours where poison to my vulnerable heart. Well I guess that's the thing about unrequited love, we don't get loved in return.