the more time passes.
the less i understand you.
you flirt with me,
and i give you the same energy back.
then the next time i see you,
you're wearing a turtleneck that's purple and red.
you avoid my glances in the halls,
yet i can feel your stare,
when you dont think i notice.
im honestly quite fed up.
and just the minute that i stop caring,
i feel you staring at me with intention.
you want me to look up at you.
but someone else,
had their arms slung around my shoulders.
the jealousy is oozing from your pores,
but your pride wipes it all away
and i pretend i can't see the stains it left behind