I hate looking at you,
Your big, dark brown eyes,
Your black, side-swept hair,
Your tan skin,
Your black wind-breaker, with the white lines towards the middle,
Just seeing you makes my heart ache,
And a gush of sadness rises,
Overfilling what used to be hopefulness,
You don't love me,
You don't like me,
You don't care about me,
You don't think about me,
I'm nothing,
Nothing important to you,
Just...nothing,
Right?
Let me rot,
Let me tear myself apart,
But I can never be mad at you...
I'll put a fake smile on, so that not even my friends know that I'm broken,
They'll think I moved on,
But I can't stop liking or loving you...not yet at least,
