I've waited so long for you, I think it's been almost a decade now. Pretty pathetic huh?
You don't see me. You don't even know I exist.
I've hoped for so many years that something would change
that you'd see me in a new light someday
it really is fucking pathetic
my head says give up
my heart says what if
it is time to let go
i know
but before i do
i just wanted to tell you
you're a fucking fool
and i hate that you don't see
what i do for you and me
you're a brainless bafoon
and it hurts that you don't feel
what i feel
i dont want to ask why
i'm afraid your answer will destroy me
unless of course you lie
which is worse because i'll know you did
i hate you
you fucking fool
sometimes more than my heart
your constant rejection breaks my soul.

Sometimes i could simply kick you. When the whole world can see that you and I are in love, how is it that you are so blind?

You're meant to be bewitched by me not her. And you are, you know it. I know it. Even she knows it. Everyone knows we're in love except you.

Perhaps its time, to open your eyes and see what's right here in front of you. To quote Julia Roberts (after all she is the red headed queen of romance) I'm just a girl, asking a guy, to love her. and you do.

I met a guy, who ticked all the boxes and then I met my love and realised I had the wrong check list all along

Should I tell you
or keep this to myself
It's strange to have secrets from you
especially when the secret is
that these days
I am seized
with the desire to tell you everything that happens to me
and everything I think, I want to tell you
and everything I feel,
I wish I could explain this to you
should I?
or is it wiser to keep this to myself
could it be
a bad decision
would you not understand?
worse still
would you feel differently than me
is it not that these days
you are seized
with a desire to be
around me
is it that you don't have anything to tell me
because I do.
because you need to know, i feel that
these days
all I think about is you

You pick one out  from the rest,
ever so gently
sure that its the one you want
and your fingers wrap around
decisively you take one to your lips
and your mouth cups its edges
if that was me baby
you wouldn't even need the light,
as cigarette in your mouth honey
i could burn out happily
as i watch you devouring it with such relish
its exactly what i want for me,