You tell me you like me
and how much you miss me.
When we're together
you reach for my hand,
and pull me onto your lap
for a peck on the cheek.
You look at me like
I'm the only girl
who's ever captured your heart;
Which leads everybody
to believe that we're together.
"When'd you and Brendan get together??"
they all say.
It kills me inside
to tell them that we aren't.
I feel the need to say yet;
Especially when,
you act exactly like we are.
You tell me that
you feel more obligated to me
when we aren't really together.
You said that that's not a bad thing,
but how is it not??
I'm not denying the fact
that you like me.
Because I actually know that it's true.
And you can say that it's not;
that you can't,
or that you don't want to,
because you can and do.
But then why won't you be with me?
Why do you tell me,
that you know how you're going to propose,
when you won't even ask me on a date?
Why do you keep making me wait?
Keep pushing it aside?
You're pulling me apart inside.
But you can't even see it.
And I absolutely hate it.
I know that you're not
playing with me.
Or at least I really hope
you aren't.
But what else am I suppose to think
when every time I bring it up,
you say, "Jenny, just leave it."
Please, please;
just tell me that you like me
and that you want to be with me.
Please, please;
do it soon
before I fall apart.
