Why do you always look at her.
Why do you always talk about her.
Why are you always saying things about her.
Why do you always say "I love her".
Why do you always say "shes so beautiful.
I'm right here.
You look at me too.
You talk about me too.
You say things about me too.
You never say I love you,
and you never say I'm beautiful.
I'm right here waiting for you to realize I love You, not her.
