It's happened again
I like you
Silly teenage problems
You're beautiful
You're confident, you're so out there
Everything that could possibly make you imperfect is out there
But yet, I still love you
And you love her
I wish I were Heather
How stupid a song and still, how it's perfect
It sums us up
The small purple prickles attach to my very soul
You know you have power over me
That confidence has an air
I can see it in your eyes, your smirk
"Do you miss me"
Of fucking course I do,
I miss being under your spell
You'd click your fingers, the prickles would stab and and I'd jump in pain, or pleasure?
A word, a sight, a phrase
And that was I, I was done
Somehow this spell continues though the months go by
You're still with her
I see her, she's stunning, small, loud, she's just everything
Everything I am not
The struggle is is that you two are perfect for eachother and I am a nuisance
A purple prickly nuisance
I wish you would just love me
But you don't
So I move on it seems and still, no one matches up
No one will ever beat you
No one will ever beat your spell
And I fucking hate it.
Maybe one day I will look back on this and laugh
And I hope it'll be with you
