She knows she's pretty
She flirts so easily
I just hope that maybe
One day she'd truly see
Compliments from me
Are for her and her only
And I smile exclusively
When she is next to me
But she's used to it all
Others tell her everyday
For her it's not special
When I say it anyway
So I should probably
Scream it and try harder
Even if I'm not ready
I'd do anything for her
She's worth so much more
Than anything I could say
Anything I could do or,
Simply than me, to my dismay
I love you with my heart
No that you haven't heard
That one sentence before
But I'll always love you more
- a poem on how you can see your love as underwhelming even when you are yourself overwhelmed by it, how you hopelessly watch your undying admiration drown into the amount of attention its subject already receives.
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