I looked at you from the farthest when you were lingering around someone who seemed fake to my eyes.
Little did I ever say about how I felt because I knew my opinion didn't matter at the moment.
You were captivated by the innocent charms they threw while I pry on my own feelings over you.
I liked you for so long even though I never said it. I know you better than anyone and I can see through your eyes.
I see you prancing your way to her everyday while I prayed for a single moment in a while.
Her mere words were feelings giving you flutters while my feelings seemed like words to you.
But I was happy that you were happy. Maybe that is what I yearned the most.
I see you lying to me making up stories thinking I would believe it. And I smile looking at you while hurting myself.
It wasn't easy for me to accept that I didn't mean anything to you. I was just an option. Only a shoulder you would rely on. A mere wall that you talk to. I finally, accepted.
