If I could give you whatever you desired
Would you finally be happy?
If I could show you how I feel
Could you be happy?
I can't make up for the things that you need
Things that you couldn't attain from other relationships
All I can do is give you my best
But you are too clueless to know how much
How much I care
How much I love you
I sit and cry at the most irrelevant things
That remind me of you
Why haven't you called?
Was every effort in vain?
Tattered, wet tissues
Piled at my feet
Tiny toes stare back at me
Amongst the white Kleenex
I think this poem could be improved by simply taking out the first person and change "I" to "She". Sometimes the reader loses the poetic tone of poems written in first person, especially in one as personal and direct as this. Therefor my only suggestion would be to take away the first person to allow the reader to imagine this girl in their minds, it creates a better tone for the piece.