I need to realize that I’m never going to be
that girl.
The one who gets the guy.
I never did anything wrong.
I love you with all my
heart,
And yet you still pick her.
Sure, she’s prettier, and
skinnier.
But she will NEVER know you like I
do.
I’ve been here since the
beginning.
Patiently waiting for you to realize
that she can’t love you the way I can.
I laugh at all of your jokes, even if
they aren’t funny.
I need to realize that my life
isn’t a movie.
There’s no happy
ending.
You aren’t going to sweep me off
my feet.
And wishing at 11:11 won’t
change anything.
Because I will never be that
girl.