i
give
          you
                  all
                        of
                             me
all of my love
all of my humor
all of my looks
all of my interests
all of me
                               you
                        give
                   me
          some
      of
you
some of your humor
not much of your love
some of your interests
not much of your looks
some of you

and I would still give all of me
all of everything
all of anything
all of anyone
for that some of you again.

I loved you
back in 8th grade

I sent a secret note for you
and you took it
and my feelings grew

but then it got revealed
my number, my name
everything

all your friends contacted me
wanting to know who I was

you said it was an accident
that they stole it and didn't give it back
but you still wanted to know me

I was relieved and hurt
I didn't control my feelings
and I told you it was the wrong number and person

and till this day I regret it
I wished I told you the truth
that it was me

Now I see you everywhere
and I cant help but to still love you  

I still love you

what makes me so different?
what sets me apart from the others,
not getting looked at like that
not getting adored like that
not getting touched like that
not getting talked to like that
not getting loved like that?
what makes me so undeserving?
i know im not that pretty
i know im not the most talented
i know im not the most athletic
i dont know why that makes me so different.
everyone around me has been loved
i haven’t.
what makes me so different?

I still haven't quite come to terms with the fact that its over.
You said you weren't ready, I said
"Its okay"
You said you don't mean to hurt me, I said
"Its okay"
You said you won't talk to other girls, I said
"Its okay".

Its okay. I just want you to be happy. It doesn't matter that I'm not okay because why would I take your happiness away to make you not okay?

You still talk to me.
Its okay, I'll just have trouble getting over you.

What isn't okay, though, is the fact that you led me on.
You called me pretty.
You sent me paragraphs about my impact on you and others.
You said you would go out with me.

But I guess its okay, because it always has to be okay.