You’re at the top of my list, but where am I on yours?

Somewhere at the bottom, where you chose not to go?

Under all the people, hidden like a useless sock in the back of your drawers.

I always reply quickly, but when it comes to me your responses are slow. 

So many people boosting your scores

Except me, I will never be enough to make it grow.

I talk to many others, but not like I talk to you.

You’re high up there, where only people closer than friends can ever go.

But there’s something missing, from the end of your name; a simple yellow heart that will take away my shame. 

Is it selfish to want a sliver of what I give, in return?

Or rude to want attention from people I care about most?

It isn’t that I do it to boast, it’s that I want to feel appreciated even the slightest so I don’t feel like a ghost.

Yes, I want to be talked to, but all I am is used.

And every time I don’t see that yellow heart, I know where I stand in yours.