I lay in my bed, starring up at the celling with you on my mind. Only two minutes ago you sent me a text telling me how much fun you were having at the mall with your girl friend and her friends. It must be so nice for her to know that you love her; it’s too bad that you don’t see who has always been there for you. I have waited for a while now, been through tons of girlfriends with you, standing by your side. And with every single girl I told you that she was great. And with every single girl that left you or you left I was no longer friends with her, just because of you. I make excuses to skip out on school dances to save myself from more hurt. I don’t want to loose my friendship with you, but then again what do I even have to loose besides my many tears? I could and would die for you, but here I am laying in my bed starring at the celling, crying my eyes out thinking about what we could be.
What we could be
January 16, 2012