In my mind, we are both filled with glee
I'd like to imagine you think of me dearly
But you seem a different person on the phone
Whenever you see my name you probably moan
I know I ask too much of you
Which is why I'm not someone you look to
I like to think that I'm not just a throw away
Maybe you're just saving me for another day?
Why in a poem? It's to you I should consult
Probably because I fear the end result
Is it pity that you hold for me?
Or do you expect that I will soon leave?
I've watched myself stand in line with the other boys
Words that attempt to woo you now turn into noise
Our grip is lost, I watched you fall
Helpless, I felt I could do nothing at all
Now I feel like we are strangers
Back to being awkward teenagers Compelled to stay, your presence is bliss
Surely we can bounce back from this?
