Okay

Although the words have left your lips

I know it to be true:

"We're just friends."

It's the way our fingers never brush 

when we pass each other cards

The way you catch me looking at you

The briefness of our hugs, the way you look

over at me when I laugh at your jokes.

You know. You have known.

And somehow my beauty has escaped him.

I tell myself that's okay.

He will never look at me the way I look at him. 

It doesn't feel okay.

My identity is not in him.

*I repeat to myself*

My identity is not in him.

My identity is not in him.

How does he not love me?

My identity is not in him.

It doesn't matter- I'm better off without him

*I lie*

I try desperately to forget the way he makes me laugh

Or the way I can listen to him talk for hours

How his face lights up

Oh! his beautiful, joyous face.

How can I forget the unforgettable?

I want to scream and ask him why

He's looking at other girls on his screen

Left                                            Right

Left   Right

How does he not know that i am  Right for him?

He does not love me.

And that's okay.

I am sad.

And that's okay. 

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[Carolynn]

These sad feelings will eventually disappear in time - you're right! Your identity is not him and he can't make you happy - only you can make you happy - good luck :)