• He's laughing at me.
    At my overly stupid jokes.
    I'm giggling.
    As he gives my side a tickle poke.

    We're walking down the hall as he speaks.
    He's going on about an everlasting funny story.
    I just hold my head up high smiling.
    Being beside him is a glory.

    He's going on about " her ".
    What they did last weekend.
    How he thinks he's in love.
    And is glad I'm his " friend ".

    I frown and murmer the word he spoke .
    He asks me what's wrong.
    I fake a smile and assure him I'm fine.
    But wanting to tell him with him I belong.

    It hurts a lot ,I want to tell him.
    Though this is the only secret I keep .
    Everything else is " ours ".
    I want him to know why I weep.


    But he's happy.
    With her he smiles even more.
    I should be excited for him.
    But it only makes my heart sore.

    Grant me some dreams.
    Where I can pretend.
    That I'm his everything.
    And not just his friend.