jessss

i saw him there
with outsretched hands.
my head told my feet to run,
but my heart told them not to.
my heart is the controller. my head is
just there to look pretty.

He's the one. the only problem is we're best friends. i see him with other girls, give my opinion, help him when theyve hurt him, and thats all im good for. i will never be the one to be with him. im always going to be the one find someone else. but i guess i'll have to settle for that because not talking to him at all would kill me.