There are times that he just makes me smile
But sometimes I want to push him away
There are times that he just makes me feel I’m lucky
But sometimes I expect him to do more
I want him to show me how special I am
That I am enough, that past doesn’t matter
But why do I feel like he’s just beside me
Because I’m the one who’s actually here?
When he’s with me and we stare at the stars
Does he think of me just as I think of him?
Or does he think of her, deep inside
And just comfort himself of my company?
I want him to love me and feel lucky just as I do
I want him to think of me and no one else too
I want him to look at me and see me as I am
I want him to let go of his fears and just hold my hand…
-Kyla04
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