When he posted that, did he think of palms clenched behind keyboards?
Or just of laughs and good times?
Of hearts full of jealousy and defeat?
Or only of that night?
Did I even occur to him once?
Of course not.
I can’t expect him to throw away that day for
Every
Last
Month
Of
His
Life
But it would be nice if he wouldn't forget.
It’s my fault he forgot, I know
I know I didn't let how I felt show
And I know I shouldn't shouldn't lie
But I wanted to be mature so I felt so inclined
Because he would never ever think of me like that
I don’t think
He doesn't care
I care enough for the both of us
I hope I never slip up and let it show
I hope he knows anyways
No I don’t
God help me

I don’t miss the sun
I can still see the light
Even when it hides behind clouds
It still seems so bright
Raindrops still shine on the concrete even when the sky is white
The sun is always there, no matter how it tries to hide

I miss the stars
Diamonds in the sky
Their unassuming beauty
That is best described with that cliché line
Because even though they’re bigger than the sun
You would never know from just looking at one

Unassuming and elegant
Quiet but beautiful
I miss the stars on cloudy nights

Here's what you know
You took my hand and led me to the dance floor
You probably though it was innocent, didn't mean anything more
than the way you flirt with me in the halls
You hugged me when the song finished
and left after whispering something in my ear. You probably didn't relish
the same feeling that consumed me

See, that's what you don't know
In the flickering flashing lights
I don't think you could tell I'd been watching you all night
But I was, all as you danced with other girls, prettier, more graceful than I'll ever be
That when you took my hand I felt my heart
jump up to my throat and my eyes filled with stars
Because I don't know if you can tell... but I like you. A lot. But I don't want to ***** things up.

But the flip side of this is that you don't know
That as I watched you flirt with her so blatantly, I felt my heart break in two
and that metaphor might be cliche, but it's also accurate because that is how I felt watching you
Like every word you spoke, the smile you slowly drew onto her lips was an axe, and my heart was firewood
and what I know is that the thing that makes me happiest is to see you happy
(God, you make me so **** sappy)
So when you smile at her, maybe you can understand how I break but fill up simultaneously