Why am I jealous when I see you with them?
I have no right to be.
Yet, somehow, I am.
All of your friends don’t know me.
All of your experiences aren’t mine to look at.
When I see you in the hallways, I want to talk to you.
Your smile is like the sun.
But I’m forced to by my values, my number one:
Never leave a friend hanging for a guy.
Never let them down.
I’m sure you understand why.
Yet, everyday I see you.
I notice you laughing,
And I think of what could be.
Do you notice me?
I wish so hard that you’d just turn your head and see.
I want so bad for you to feel the same way.
I try to take my mind off of it,
But it seems impossible.
Please tell me that it gets easier?
Because I can’t deal with this any more.
I feel so invisible when you look away.
Do you ever feel like that?
Can you feel that way?
Whatever, I’m sure its just me.
Just a passing phase.
What if it isn’t?