I hate how beautiful you are
I hate it
I don’t hate that you are beautiful
but that you aren’t beautiful for me
Why can’t you look at me the way you look at him?
Like a fool I stand behind you and only look your direction
Why I stay, I don’t quite understand myself
I guess I hope you’ll notice me each time you turn your head
That perhaps one day you’ll see me
You’ll finally turn to me and smile
with that bright smile of yours
that at last you’ll be mine
But right now, you aren’t.
I hate this moment
I hate my cowardly self for
never picking up the pace
for always waiting for you to notice
but I always fear
if I try to catch up, what if you speed up?
if I catch you, what if you run away?
because I fear so much I can only stand behind you
and hope that possibly you might notice me
but until then I’ll stand behind you
even if you won’t turn to me at least notice me
look at me just once and I’ll be okay…