Fuck him for liking her
I laugh seeing the way he looks at her.
Soft eyes like he’s in love for the first time ever.
She told me he might like her and I laughed then too
Played along and agreed
“Oh he definitely does,
I see the way he looks at you.”
I look at her and smile
as to say “see, he definitely does.”
She laughs at this.
She doesn’t understand
why boys like her so much
First it was ***** now ****
My ****.
She’s good at talking,
Making conversation
Acting casual.
When I’m around him I say nothing at all
Red faced
as if I’d done something horribly wrong
But I haven’t.
He just doesn’t like me.
She tells the stories like they’re nothing
Like I wouldn’t kill for him to act the same around me
Like she doesn’t realize the passion within each of his movements.
My ****
looks at her with passion
The saddest part is
She doesn’t even like him
And I do.
I love ****.
The first person in two whole years
Who’s made me feel this way.
But I’m the dumb one
for believing it could ever happen
For believing he would like me of all people.
“Yeah that’s what we do
we just stare at each other.”
“That’s why I said his eyes remind me of-“
And I stop listening.
How?
How could my **** look at her like that?
He doesn’t even glance my direction.
And to tell me this just so casually
As if it’s not tearing me apart just listening
As if I don’t notice it myself.
He loves her.
My **** loves her.
She’s my best friend and he fucking loves her
Fuck him
Fuck her
And fuck the god damn universe that told me to bring rose quartz to school.
The crystal was for her huh?
For the one who already had a ***** at her feet.
Fuck me for thinking I had a shot.
Fuck me for laughing when all I wanted was to cry
Fuck me for not talking to him
Fuck him for liking her.
