The things she says,
they make me smile;
and the gleam in her eyes,
they shine so bright.
Her jokes aren’t all that funny,
but who cares? I like them anyway.
And I may not show it;
I may hide beneath my sarcasm,
or perhaps a mean remark or two,
and I may even say ‘I can’t stand you,’
but that’s because I can.
Everything I say is the opposite,
because I am protecting myself,
from falling for you,
and all you say and do.
And I have doubts,
that I am not good enough,
that there are plenty of others
who are better than me,
and you probably see it
and say nothing,
because you feel nothing,
and want nothing,
when all I want is something
from you.
Oh, the things I would tell her:
how much I want her,
and how often the words I say,
aren’t all that true,
when in reality,
they’re opposite.
The truth is, though,
that I do actually like you.
Now, if only you would like me
too.
Add comment
Comments