mon ange, more like mon démon. Her perfect eyes and those oh so soft lips. The way her eyes sparked when she talks about things she's passionate about like true crime or basketball games, or him. My worst enemy. The guy she likes. The reason why she doesn't see me. Me, the girl who's head over heels for her best friend. I tried so hard to get over it. I fought, I cried, I focused, and yet her smile and the feel of her soft lips still grace my thoughts. Torturing me. Killing me softly, her voice that is. It hurts so much seeing her talk about that guy. Him. It KILLS me. It hurts. And yet here I am, still wrapped around her beautiful finger. She doesn't even try, it just happens. She tries to keep us as friends, and I do too. But god those beautiful eyes and her fluffy perfectly curled hair. Her voice and her laugh. It stays on my mind. Constantly running through my thoughts. She's my high and I'm a feen, a feen who never had a chance. I just want her to see me. See me. Listen to me. Look at me. Love me. Have me please I'm begging. You keep running to guys who just want you for your body, not your heart or your beautiful mind or for you. They play with you and ghost you, and you still seek their approval. And everyday I look you in the eye and suffer while you talk to India about him. I see the way your cheeks redden and your eyes glisten. I feel the way my eyes glisten too, but not with passion like your. With tears. Why won't you see ME. SEE ME. It's been 3 years. You've known for THREE YEARS, and I'm still head over heels for you. I think I'm in love. Your mind, your smile, your body, all of you, even the bad parts are all beautiful to me. Every vein and nerve, every thought and dream. Everything, God help me.
~ A Lost Soul
