If Words Could Portray

I Guess I'll Leave

I look at you with hoping eyes,
hoping you can read my eyes.
But you're too focused on hers,
I can't blame you, she's beautiful.
I want to be the villian too,
but how can I steal the smile from you?
Do you ever think of me like I do?
Do you also look at me when the class feels blue?
Does your heartbeat faster when I post something new?
I always hope you do,
but she's the one who got you.
I admit I feel the jealousy,
burning down the best of me.
I try and try to quit and move on,
but god, I fail every single time.

You got the girl you always wanted,
the one you wrote your poems for.
I was dumb to think it was for me,
that you stayed up late and wrote a song.
I wrote poems too,
 I still write them, I do.
You're still the model for my art,
even though I have to hide it, deep in my heart.
I'll remember this story of my one-sided grief,
I love you so much,
I guess I'll leave.