This Isn't A Poem, It's Real Life
Why should I expect you to pick me? I was never more than a friend to you. When you needed someone, anyone, I was there for you. When you needed a laugh, My cliché jokes were there for you. When you needed a kiss, My lips were there for you. When you wanted affection, My hands were there for you. But I could tell from the look in your eyes That I was never going to be more than A friend. When our eyes would meet I could tell that You weren't looking at me, You were looking for him in me. When we kissed I could feel you searching For his taste. So why should I expect you to pick me? I was never what you were looking for. I was just a quick fix of the attention you wanted. I shouldn't of expected anything from you, And I tried my best not to, But you have this thing about you, This thing where you make my heart skip multiple beats, This thing where you make my stomach flutter, This thing that makes me want to enter your world just to be spit back into this shit-hole of a world. So maybe it was my fault. I chose the things that I knew wouldn't happen. But fuck. You're worth every try.