i know i like you,
i admitted that to myself.
but will i admit that to anyone else,
no.
will i ever admit that to you,
no.
i find myself wishing to talk about you,
as i find myself wanting to talk to you.
i wish to have you beside me,
and to see you.
although i don't believe you feel the same,
so i pretend i feel nothing for you.
not to mention,
i'm pretty sure you like the other brunette.
the beautiful one,
with soft blue eyes which you always speak with.
along beside your friends,
they give me an unspoken look into who you truly are.
it is not me you're after,
i know this all too well.
so i let you glide through my fingertips,
as easily as sand.
to avoid further pain,
i will sit silently as you go to her.
s.d.
