It's happened again
I like you
Silly teenage problems
You're beautiful
You're confident, you're so out there
Everything that could possibly make you imperfect is out there
But yet, I still love you
And you love her
I wish I were Heather
How stupid a song and still,
It sums us up
The small purple prickles attach to my very soul
You know you have power over me
That confidence has an air
I can see it in your eyes, your smirk
"Do you miss me"
I miss being under your spell
You'd click your fingers, the prickles would stab and and I'd jump in pain, or pleasure?
A word, a sight, a phrase
And that was I, I was done
Somehow this spell continues though the months go by
You're still with her
I see her, stunning, small, loud, she's just everything
Everything I am not
The struggle is is that you two are perfect for eachother and I am a nuisance
A purple prickly nuisance
I wish you would just love me
But you don't
So I move on it seems and still, no one matches up
No one will ever beat you
No one will ever beat your spell
And I fucking hate it.
Maybe one day I will look back on this and laugh
And I hope it'll be with you
