Unfair

I feel like I'm an imposition
Like I should just leave you alone
But look at it from my position
I thought that you wished to be my own
I had imagined you desired
To sit with me, as I with you,
And with our senses thus co-fired
Imagine nothing else to do.
But silly me, you wanted only
To have me when the rest allowed
And so somehow I feel more lonely
Possessing than when unendowed.
I thought I would be satisfied
But now I just feel set aside.