I wish I could say she is never on my mind.
That I'm confident enough to just brush it off.
But everytime I close my eyes I see her next to you and not me.
I see her blonde hair
And not blue.
I see her hands rapped around your rib cage please tell me this is just a dream and I will wake up soon.
That she never existed.
I wish my "I love you" made your heart flutter like it does mine.
I wish I knew without a doubt that if you had to choose you would choose me.
But who would choose me right?
A depressed mess who does nothing but compare herself to others.
To her.
She's beautiful.
She's...
Not me.
