There are many reasons to explain why I like you
And every day I find myself adding another one.
One to remind me that I wrote so much to forget you
One to tell me why this thing could never happen
One to show me how she’ll always be prettier than I am
And one to say how before we even started, it’s already good as done.

Well, you looked at me today.
But it was how you looked at every single person
And it was different from how you looked at her.
I start conversations that I know I’ll have to end myself
And I keep waiting for your long answers that I know you reserved for her.

It hurts me deeply
Because when they asked you to choose between the both of us
You never hesitated once to say it wasn’t me.

But tonight marks the night I ask you the question
“Will you take her to prom?”
You told me you didn’t know.
So I nervously gave her name, and you said it was the perfect suggestion.
And I realized that no matter how I try to make my hair wavy
How I try to speak calmly
How I try to smile beautifully
How I try to be like her
There will always be reasons why I can’t.

Like the many reasons to explain why I like you
But I’ll start erasing them every day.