still trying to breathe. even after that first day,
"just friends" isn't enough for me right now.
but i barely ever see you anymore,
your big brown eyes, messy hair,
and that tiny hint of a smile.
weird but somehow perfect personality (in an imperfect kind of way).
and your lips- moving,
and their soft pink color.
but the part that gets me
the thing i hate the most
the way you look at her
like she's the only thing you want.
just anything but me.
don't worry about how i feel, though.
no one really does.