Your eyes are the prettiest things I’ve ever seen, even

Your eyes are the prettiest things I’ve ever seen, even when they’re spilling over with tears.

You told me that you hadn’t cried in two years.

I told you that I had cried at lunch that day.

You were crying for her, for a love you once had that was now lost.

I was crying for you, for a love I never had and wanted more than anything.

Still do, in fact.

Your hands are the most wonderful thing about you, especially when they are in mine.

I remember that she used to laugh at them, saying they looked weird.

You didn’t notice, but my friends had to stop me from attacking her right then and there.

Yet you still loved her.

Still do, in fact.

Sorry, did I not tell you?

This story doesn’t have a happy ending.

At least, not for me.

Because if you love somebody, you want them to be happy,

Whether you are pushed out of the picture or not.

I guess I’ll be the one taking the picture now.