Sometimes people make you feel like an afterthought
And it stings a little
And you want to return the favour.
But love is different
And I was first loved
And people have their own story- especially the people hurting your feelings.
They are so honest and yet so mysterious.
Can’t stop thinking about her
Before anyone gets excited
Let’s be honest
I am not a fan of obsession
It’s hard to distinguish from devotion
And the night
seems more frustrating than anything
But maybe there is a reason
(did I mention she gets on my nerves?)
Maybe it is an opportunity
to go beyond
the things I want
because after all
life isn’t all about me.