and before you know it he;s gone
holding the charmful hand of blonde barbie
kissing her on her warm blushed cheek
hugging her fakely passionate
while staring you down with his over curious eyes
always making sure your envyish
drowning you in your glamourous jealousy
the pissy way he glimpses at you trying to forget your beauty
he hates playing hard to get; but he loves her
how he carries himself to school with shiny brown bed hair
when he rubs his thumb on her knee sitting next to her
his confusion makes him stick with what he has
you sparkle your eyes up more and more each day
to see if they get a surplus of attention
he knows he needs you; but plays the cool guy
he brushes your love off his shoulders
so no one notices how much you mean to him
the next day; he trys to push off her pink shimmer lipstick
gently brushing his face not making it obvious
he doesn't want you to see the softy pressed lie lyed upon him
the way how everyday after fourth period
you are stuck walking behind them gracefully grasping eachother
the sway of her light glimmering hair swaying back and fourth cross her
shoulders
how he leans into her as they walk
looking at the caressed hugging of them makes your stomache drop
then it hits you; maybe he doesn;t love you
days go on and you forget out about the cherished care you had for him
you no longer see them together; no more kisses shared
you turn your head and there he is looking right at you with those same ice
blue eyes
you pretend like you don;t see him; he walks up to you
a generous 'hey hows it going?' shared; and like that you remember
it all
you remember all the intimate beauty of wanting a smile
you ask what ever went wrong; cheating--
i knew it the entire time; the faking and lying of hugs and kisses
your in depths of knee how glamourous passion heals your scraped heart
your tingling of sparkling chills run down your back to your fingertips
my green eyes meet with his and my hands make it up around his shoulders
we stand there holding eachother
and before you know it he;s back
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