There he is,
Looking at me,
While I look at him,
He knows he's hurting me,
I can tell.
His speak is different than his body,
Watching him talk about her,
He knows I want him,
I even long for him to be mine,
I know I won't even be in his thoughts late at night,
He knows he is in mine,
He is my Romeo,
Sadly I am not his Juliet,
But she is.
Sadly.
