And You Don'T Even Know It

Your better than me. I get it. I am not perfect. And by no means am I anywhere close. But that doesn't give you the right to walk all over me the way you do. And I love you. And you don't even know it. Yet I don't know why I feel this way about someone like you. Every single time you walk by. Every time I see you from a distance. My stomach turns and I get jealous. Jealous of you. Jealous that your someone I can't have. And then I feel stupid. Stupid that your someone I want. Someone that I yearn for every second of the day. I feel as if my heart was ripped out my chest by you. And you hold it in your pocket for keepsake. Everytime you try and talk to me. I feel like your dangling it in my face. Showing the whole world that you have it. And that nobody else can possess the power that one fact has over me. I just want to hold my middle finger up to you. Tell you to leave me alone. Yet I secretly don't want you to. And I tell people the sooner you graduate the better. Yet I want you to be in that same classroom with me every single day. Just so I can hear the stupid things you say. Just so I can see your stupid face. Because when your not around, it haunts me.