Every day
I tell myself
That I no longer
Care about the way
You stare at her

I say
It does not matter
Because I do not care
About you
Or about the fact
You want her
The way
I want you

I have convinced myself
I do not care
About your gorgeous smile,
Or your kind eyes,
The little dimples by your mouth,
Or your lovely laugh.

However
That is not true
For I am only
Decieving myself
Into believing
Those things

Because in fact
I do
Still care
About you,
And your twinkling eyes,
And your mesmerizing laugh,
And your captivating smile.

And yes,
I do
Still care
About the way
You look at her
Because I know
That she
Is everything
I cannot be