And You Don'T Even Know It
Your better than me.
I get it.
I am not perfect.
And by no means am I anywhere close.
But that doesn't give you the right to walk all over me the way you do.
And I love you.
And you don't even know it.
Yet I don't know why I feel this way about someone like you.
Every single time you walk by.
Every time I see you from a distance.
My stomach turns and I get jealous.
Jealous of you.
Jealous that your someone I can't have.
And then I feel stupid.
Stupid that your someone I want.
Someone that I yearn for every second of the day.
I feel as if my heart was ripped out my chest by you.
And you hold it in your pocket for keepsake.
Everytime you try and talk to me.
I feel like your dangling it in my face.
Showing the whole world that you have it.
And that nobody else can possess the power that one fact has over me.
I just want to hold my middle finger up to you.
Tell you to leave me alone.
Yet I secretly don't want you to.
And I tell people the sooner you graduate the better.
Yet I want you to be in that same classroom with me every single day.
Just so I can hear the stupid things you say.
Just so I can see your stupid face.
Because when your not around,
it haunts me.
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