Every time
That I think of you
I get sad
I get sad knowing I can't have you
Whenever you talk about who swept you off your feet, who would've taken you home,
My heart crashes
I would curse my feelings a thousand times but they won't go away.
I never thought I would feel this way about you of all people in the world
But it is what it is.
I befriended you wanting only that,
At first at least
But you will never know, how I feel
Because I will never tell you
If you think this poem is about you, then it probably is.
Just don't ask me about it. Pretend you didn't read it.
It doesn't matter.
But
I wish I was saying all this to your face, but I can't
I wish I was looking into your eyes but I'm not
