I've spent hours staring at you,
trying to figure out
what your weakest spots are,
and why you laugh so much
when there's nothing to laugh at.
Before I go to sleep,
I feel the need to hold your hand
until the dreams come,
where I can finally express
myself freely.
You are the girl of my dreams,
the princess of this fairytale
Whereas I'm the monster,
the peasant, and at the same time,
the hero of this story.
Most of the time, I know you
but some days, I really don't
recognize the pain in your look.
You don't talk to me like you used to
no, you don't talk to me at all.
My so called friends say you did me wrong,
but my heart denies it all.
My best friend, she thinks I deserve better
or even the best, but if that isn't you
then I clearly don't want it.
And then it hits me:
You have the brightest smile of them all,
but I've noticed there's someone else
you put it on for every morning.
Someone else is lucky to wake up to that smile.
I've spent hours staring at you,
trying to figure out
what your weakest spots are,
and why you laugh so much
when there's nothing to laugh at.
But maybe, just maybe, I now know
why you randomly laugh so hard.
It was when you became distant
that you became happy
and it hurts me to say it's all because of him.
