She knows
she knows how i feel,
shes known it
for years.
Yet she does nothing,
nothing,
to change it.
she gives me hope,
a small chance,
then she snatches it away
similar to a forbidden fruit.
She is worthy of that title,
as well as many others,
but as for those names
the jealous ones call her,
she knows i would never,
never,
call her.
'Will you go out with me'
and
'no'
are the most commonly exchanged words
between us,
though i would like
nothing
more than to change that.
i know in my heart
she loves me,
but who am i
to make assumtions?
after all,
im just an arrogant
toerag.