you don’t love me.
your kisses are foreign a strange taste
upon my lips.
i could see it when you spoke to her the newest girl in town
she flipped her hair, you blushed so hard
you quickly looked straight down.
you’d watch her walking down the street
and blissfully stare
but the moment she looked back you never would be there.
i saw it every day from my bay window
it made me cry
it made me die
but that's okay.
because you love her now, and i don’t care.
what hurts more, is that you forgot about