I'm a fool to think that you would ever like me over her.
She's got gorgeous long curly brown hair, I've got some shaggy brownish blonde that reaches halfway down my back.
She's got a perfect smile while mines crooked and small.
She's tan and skinny and tall while I'm pale and short and disgustingly muscled.
She's got pretty brown eyes while mine are such a boring green.
Yall look perfect together while you and I look like fire and water trying to get along.
She's popular and everyone loves her while I'm not popular and not liked.
So why in the fucking world would I ever think that you would like me over her?
I'm a fool to think that even for a second I would be picked over her.
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PoetryAfter all, we are all just a big bunch of broken humans that are trying to stay alive in a world that will do anything to bring us to our knees.
