it's a shame. how much time ive wasted on you. on analyzing you. how you roll your eyes, how you draw, how you put your head down in class when you get frustrated, the way you talk, the way you walk, how every part of you works.
but what's also a shame is the amount of time i spend focusing on someone who never thinks of me. who doesn't know how i roll my eyes, how i draw, how i sit back and huff when i get frustrated, the way I walk and talk, you don't know anything about me.
but darling i know you. you don't realize but i know when you're sad hiding behind a smile, when your embarrassed blushing as red as ever, i know when you get really happy your eyes do this amazing thing, they twinkle and shine brighter than ever before. it's a sight for sore eyes.
you can't hide everything pretty boy, I catch your tricks. every last one.
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