I wish I could love myself
The way I loved youBut you came to me for advice
To ask me how you should tell someone you had a crush on themI said to go confront them and to speak the truth
And of course,you spoke to her, not me.It was pure torture as I watched you
I watched you walk over and smile at herThat shy twinkle in your eyes
Those dimples that made my heart skip a beatEvery laugh, every giggle that you shared
Was like a shard of glass piercing into my heartEverytime you blushed while making a joke
I would bite back tearsI saw the smirks she would send me
And the purposeful sly look in her eyesI knew she would soon get tired of you
And discard you like another of her broken toysShe didn't really like you like I did
But you were just so obsessed with herI didn't want to come between you and your happiness
I didn't want to admit I had feelings for youI didn't want to admit that I was smitten with you
That I loved you, and valued you more than my life.
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