It hurts to look at him
Like it hurts to look at old photographs of happy times you'll never get to enjoy
Like listening to recordings of a concert you didn't go to
Like smelling fresh bread you can't eat

It hurts to know I've always been so close
In math we learned that parallel lines run next to each other for eternity
But they don't touch
And maybe my line was never straight forward
But it always seemed to bend towards you
I guess I just didn't fit in his equation

It hurts when I see him smiling
But it's not at me
Laughter is the best medicine
That's what I've heard
So maybe that's why this sickness inside me hasn't healed yet

How do I tell someone that I love them
Especially when they're a bird
And you don't want to tie them down
Because you love them for their flight
There's this saying that says "**** two birds with one stone"
If I killed him in flight, I would **** my self too