Fuck It - I like you

Rose-Tinted Glasses

Fuck, I like you. 

I tried not to,

To get over you.

I tried to move on but here I am. 

Stuck. 

Missing you.

Missing you when I see you every day.

I see you every day but you don't see me.

Because while you are a main character in my life I am simply an extra in yours.

Because I am a memory, a youthful mistake.

That's all I am to you anymore. 

But the sight of you still makes my heart race,

Your smile still melts me and there are the rare moments when I still catch your eye.

When you smile at me or laugh at my joke.

And I wonder.

For a small second a candle of hope flickers in my mind, in my heart, in my soul.

And then just like that you walk away.

And your indifference snuffs it out into oblivion.

Because I saw the world differently,

I wore the rose-tinted glasses of a crush.

Where your best qualities are all amplified and your worst are photo shopped out.

They transform a mundane conversation into the most spectacular encounter,

they turn a smile into a declaration of undying love because that's what that smile meant right?

They make you forget that sometimes a smile is just a smile.

Because I like you, but do I?

I like... the idea of you.

I like the version of you I've built in my head, 

The fictional you who's perfect and sweet. 

The fictional you is staring at me from across the class,

while the real you is just looking for his friend.

The fictional you is flirting with me,

while the real you is simply saying hi.

The fictional you is secretly in love with me,

but the real you, well. I'd like to believe in the fictional you,

But I know the real you has moved on.

Reality sucks.