Do you see me, standing over here?
Do you even notice what I’m wearing, or that I curled my hair?
I tried extra hard to make myself stand out, because I knew you were going to be there.
Who am I kidding though, I don’t have a chance. Not with that tall leggy blonde hanging onto you at every chance.
I bet you don’t know this, but I actually care. I’m not interested in your social prowess or your perfectly coiffed hair.
We used to be close once upon a time. I was your best friend, and you were mine.
I stupidly decided to tell you I liked you a little more, and instead of responding you walked out that door.
Did you even care? Did we even have a chance? Or was the love I felt just a case of happenstance?
I still love you now, as I loved you then. I just wish we could go back to what we had back when.
Back when we were in love and the world fell away. Back when we just cared about the two of us and nothing got in the way.
I hope you know I see you, standing over there. Don’t think I didn’t notice you put on a nice dress and that you curled your hair.
You look beautiful tonight, and I so badly want for it to just be the two of us here.
I bet you notice the blond hanging off of my arms. Don’t worry darling, I won’t be leaving with her alone.
I can tell you’re worried, that you’ve lost all hope. But I can also tell you right now, she’s nothing but a joke.
She’s a cover-up, she’s there to disguise. She’s just a stand in for the woman I desire.
I’m not over our friendship, our love, and our lives. I miss our laughs, our serious talks and good times.
You were more than just a friend; I was yours, and you were mine.
I wish I could tell you, just how much I miss your sweet face. I wish you could feel the love I struggle to express.
I’m downright unhappy and an outright mess.