He doesn't want me
He doesn't want my life
My weird habits
My eyes
My mouth
My nose
My ideas
My hair
He wants her cause she plays out more beautifully than I do
The way she thinks
The way she eats
The way she talks
The way she walks
The way she laughs
Everything.
I am a mess.
She is beautiful.
I'm just sorta there.
And she is a dream
That he thinks about before bed
And when he wakes up in the morning
She's there.
In his head.
He is in love with her.
And I am in love with him.
X.y.z
