You say you want to be friends. I'm cool with that. You say you want to be more then friends. I'm cool with that too. But then why, everytime I try to talk to you, you walk away, or have nothing to say?

I called you up to tell you that I loved you, but then she picked up the phone.

You say you have to do it. That you have to know. But what if you ask him who he loves and he doesn't say your name?

Everytime you look i my direction, I fall in lvoe all over again. Then I have to tell myself that I'm over you so that people can't read the expression on my face when they turn to see what my reaction is.

People ask me all the time, "How in the world can you possiable love him?" But that's okay. I don't want them to know, because then they'd love you too.

My friends ask me all the time, what I see in you. I just laugh and say, "I don't know." But as I walk away I whisper, "Everything you don't."

My head is asking, "Who needs him?" My heart is screaming, "I DO!"

I swear I'd rip my heart out if you said you'd be impressed.

What hurts most? Thinking you should hate him? Or knowing that you never could?

I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how I feel and you still wouldn't understand. So I'll leave, without a sound, except for my hear shattering as it hits thr ground.