I am not talking about me, mind you
She is his, I am not

She said that he's in love with her
But the real question is if she is as well.

He has never acknowledged me
Given me any physical touch

Yet it looks as if I may love him.
How is that I possible I don't know

And honestly I hate her.
She doesn't see the big picture-
She's looking through rose colored glasses

And he, well he knows how I feel
Yet says nothing, absolutely nothing.

*And I hate him for that