Your eyes are the prettiest things
I’ve ever seen, even when they’re spilling over with
tears.
You told me that you hadn’t
cried in two years.
I told you that I had cried at
lunch that day.
You were crying for her, for a love
you once had that was now lost.
I was crying for you, for a love I
never had and wanted more than anything.
Still do, in fact.
Your hands are the most wonderful
thing about you, especially when they are in mine.
I remember that she used to laugh
at them, saying they looked weird.
You didn’t notice, but my
friends had to stop me from attacking her right then and
there.
Yet you still loved her.
Still do, in fact.
Sorry, did I not tell you?
This story doesn’t have a
happy ending.
At least, not for me.
Because if you love somebody, you
want them to be happy,
Whether you are pushed out of the
picture or not.
I guess I’ll be the one
taking the picture now.
