Every day’s an opportunity
Hoping maybe I’ll catch your eye
Blindly waiting in the background
And people ask me: why?
I try to give them an answer
But I always come up short
“He’ll never feel the same,” they say
And I reply with a defensive retort.
Satisfied with “maybe someday”
Content with “next year”
The sound of my voice in denial
Is the only thing I hear.
Maybe soon everything will pass
My year long yearning will be for naught
But if I’m honest I know that by tomorrow
My desire to move on will be forgot.
I know it’s unreasonable
Senseless, unrealistic, and absurd
Holding onto what little’s been said
When it’s been so long without a word.
I hate boys like why do I have to like someone for so long who I don't even talk to