There was a time when you were caught up
on me instead of her.
That point of time made me feel
victorious.
It sounds awful hearing the words
come out of my mouth,
but I loved knowing I had you
wrapped around my finger.

Time passed and I actually grew
to like you.
You still liked me,
but I was dating
someone else.
I didn't know how to break up
with this person, so I didn't.
I declined dating you even though
I really badly wanted it.
So you moved on and that hurt me,
because I thought that maybe
you would fight for me.

Time kept going by and you were
dating someone new.
You really liked her and
she lived in a different state.
I hated this, the fact that you
didn't like me anymore.
I ignored you and I wanted you to realize;
you liked me, not her.

Finally she broke up with you
a month ago and you
were so ****
pathetic.
You claimed she was
the only one
for you.
I was confused,
why were you saying that
you had to still like me
right?

I was pathetic as well,
I constantly hoped maybe you
would ask me out.
That you would learn
to love me.
Maybe you would tell me that
you had fought and that I,
that I was too blind
to see.

You may have noticed
I must be
the center of attention.
I already know this,
and I know how bad it is.
But I honestly have forgotten
that maybe I should've cared
what everyone else
though instead of what
I thought.

Maybe then I would've been dating you,
that maybe I wouldn't be so stupid.
Maybe I would be someone I wanted to be,
but I am still that little girl who
will always want you there for me
even if I hate you.
You are almost of my person.
You are almost my crush.
You are almost my best friend.
You are almost there.