But what do you say in a situation like that?
I mean,
Here's this boy.
And he's beautiful and sweet and everything you could ever want in a person.
And he's standing right in front of you,
Close enough to the point where if you really wanted to you could just pull him down by the
Back of his neck and kiss the ever loving shit out of him.
But he's talking about this girl who he really thinks could be the one.
A girl who is not you and a girl that you could never even come close to.
So you just nod along,
And let him talk,
And you wish with all you have that he'd just look at you
And see the look of longing on your face.
But he doesn't,
and he never will.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.