To the Boy with the Hair of Fire

To you

To the Boy with the hair of fire,

I look at you and feel desire.
I see you stare. It's not fair. Stop giving me that look in you eye. It makes me cry.
I shouldn't, but I do.
For I know I can't love you.
I can't love you because I love myself. We're just high off of hormones. When we sober out, being my best friend is what you're all about.
It's supposed to be "Bros before Hoes", but it doesn't work if we're both hoeing. I know we're not going anywhere. Standing still with you sounds great.
Anything with you sounds great. Then I'm reminded that you won't even ask me on a date.
Silent kisses in the dark in the car you parked on the side of a dirt road. You're still scared of getting caught with me. You're fine with kissing others in school.
I see.
I see that I'm nothing, but some fun. I'm done. Take me out of your game, for there is no gain. We'll never win.
I love myself too much to love you.
But I still love you.