*A Girl
walks up to her Crush in the hall one
day..*
Im sorry its not
pretty...
and sad all the same...
You were my first friend
you played
"footsy" with me in first grade when we
didn't even know what footsy was...
i helped you get your
girls
i was your
insider
i didnt think about you until it dawned on
me
i realized i loved you
since the start
never once thinking who
truly owned your heart
thinking you'd find
your way around to me
we were like best friends
when we were young
then you got cool, and i
got lame
and only some things
stayed the same
we teased, awkward, and
the teacher said we were an old married couple
one even said they saw us
together
but we never fit, it was
always you and someone else
someone
prettier
better
sweeter
smarter
and now even though it
hurts
i am giving
in,
no longer letting myself
fall for these lies
these lies i
constructed...