feelings

of broken confusion
have now lead into
feelings
of painful uncertainty.
and as i laid there
first gazing at the
bright sunset,
then watching
the hazy night stars,
i wished that you-
no, not you-
but you,
were with me.
but of course,
who am i to think that?
your with her, not me.
constantly,
almost everyday
i want to scream at you,
what does she have
that i dont?
i see her treat u like shit
and know u can do better.
and i feel, selfishly,
that that one better girl
could very possibly be me.
even if,
you feel that way to some
extent,
the hurt is still there.
the fact that your
with her
and not me.
maybe..
maybe someday
you can hold me in your arms
and never want to let go.

--
means nothing:P