When my thought turn to him
my heart begins to ache
my body feels lonely without his arms around me
my soul becomes sad
wishing that he could once more be mine

But when I see him in a crowded place
laughing with his friends
my sadness turns into rage
feeding off the smirk on his face
my hands clinch and I'm not so sure I can control myself
every molecule in my body
says my fist needs to be in his face

But instead I smile and laugh and play along
acting as if I couldn't be happier
standing next to strangers
I pretend to not even notice him
But he knows me too well
to be fooled by these games we play