𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

you're pretentious
but overly humble.
you hate your the color in your hair
but it was my first favorite thing
about you.
you're loud on the outside
and quiet on the inside.
i can't stand you
but you're all i want.
i stand beside your name
in all conversation
and let none speak poorly on it.
i love the things you hate
about yourself.
i would love you inside and out
for a million years
if given the chance.
and even then,
i'd never get the chance.
people like me
don't get the chance.