I am but a tiny spider
Even though everything that's too far away is blurry
I see how you look at him
Again
Blurry
You look at him like he's the last source of light
Or the perfect kind of dim light so it doesn't hurt your eyes
You look at him like he was precious stone passed down the generations of your family
You look at him with a lonely desperation to be seen as you
Not just another ****
You love him so much
He is more interested in that stinky wet plant thing (chewing tobacco) than you
And it kills you to see him like that
Your hand brushes against his shoulder when your favorite song comes on
Or at least i think it's your favorite
And you start off in the low tone and adjust as needed
But he's not listening
His ears prefer that terrible dubsteppy stuff
And you wish he would see you as something other than an object
But we both know he probably won't
And you die a little bit inside every time you try to get the drug of a person you're addicted to