Stop
Please
It's dumb but
Please don't wear his sweatshirt
I don't like you smelling like him
Not when I wish it was me
In that sweatshirt
Stop
Stop smiling at him
You're a freaking model compared to me
Stop
I'm too afraid to talk to him
That's my problem
If I can't do that
Then it'll never happen.
But I can't help but think
About
His smile
Shit
His smile is too good for this world
I wish he smiled more
I wish I talked more
I wish I wasn't afraid to talk
And I can't help but think
What if it was me
Wearing his sweatshirts
Smiling up at him
Talking to him
But no
It's not me
It's her
Every time I try this
I fail
Not even just with this one
Every time I try...
He gets taken
He loses interest
We drift apart
Or I can't contact him
Every freaking dude...
I fail at even talking
I can't even do one thing right
But she can
