broodings

my heart beats in your chest

every time you turn towards me,

to look at me,

to speak,

to stare at me with emerald eyes,

bright eyes,

dark eyes,

sparkling eyes,

dull eyes,

eyes clouded with lust,

eyes shrouded in disgust,

it makes my heart stutter,

boo-boom, boom, boom,

i say my heart, i mean yours,

it's been yours since you sat down in front of me,

eyes flashing, greeting me lazily,

but the muscle that beats inside your chest?

that's not mine, oh no, that's his,

for you could never give it to me,

for you don't even want my heart,

and oh god, it hurts more each time,

hearing you say how much you love me,

for you mean how much you love my friendship,

not how much you love my heart,

because you don't like girls,

you like him,

and him, and him, and them,

because you don't love me,

you love him,

o h g o d i t h u r t s

- r.s.