You don't hear me. I want to be heard, but I can't seem to figure out how.
You don't see me. You can't look at me for long enough to notice me.
You don't meet my eyes. I fear meeting yours, so I let it go.
When you pick someone else, it rips me apart. I would pick only you.
When you flinch at my touch, I am rejected.
All I want to do is look at you all day. But sometimes I also want you to want to look at me.
I know you're not right for me but I can't help wanting you.
When you laugh at a joke I made, I feel lighter.
I want to run my fingers through your hair over and over again.
I think of you more than I should. Even when I lie down to sleep.
Everything about you fascinates me. I am just another girl to you.
I invent excuses to touch you. It gives me the notion you are mine.
When I hug you, I never feel like letting go. But you pull away.
I wish you'd spend every waking moment with me. I can't get enough.
I miss you even after a minute. Do you even notice?
Won't you choose me? Please?
