You've yet to fall short of what everyone makes you out to be. Its sick how perfect you are, and don't act like you don't know it. I'd give anything to have someone think that way about me, then again, its not something you choose, its something you're born with.
Layed to rest at last, you're out of my mind. I can't even push a fake smile out in your presence anymore, if the loathing is set in so deep, why hide it? Not that I have any hatred towards you, but dislike? Plenty. Doesn't mean I won't be pleasing to a crowd I may find you encirled in, my point is only this; don't be so cocky, I don't want you anymore, and I'm never going too.
You on the otherhand; I might want.
You who trips over words and struggles for eye contact when talking to me; but always smiling.
You who laughs at little things, simple things.
You who stands for nothing but yourself;
I haven't met anyone like you. Not in the slightest.
Shame that we're both secondairy people.
I think we'd look awfully cute together.
"I'll keep stealing, breathing her..."
Feel free to take whatever you please.
"One of us will die inside these arms."
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