The way she looks at him little Ms. Juliet
Like she wants him to be her Romeo
He looks at her the way I wish he would look at me
I say I don't like him
When I know I do
When I see them together I feel my heart burning
As if someone took 1,000 matches to it
I feel raged and jealous
I know he will never be mine
I don't think I'm his type
All the words running in my brain I feel insecure and fake
I wanna tell him everything
I wanna say hey I like you and his name
But I can't seem to use my brain
The words stay stuck in my mouth
And never come out
My friends tell me to say something
but they don't understand anything
Maybe one day I will raise my voice and tell him
but for now i'm only someone watching
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Planted
Poetry"As my feet are planted on the ground I'm not really here I'm thinking about fleeing and being away for it is you I fear."
