I will laugh at his jokes
But it's cold and hollow
My laugh holds no warmth.
He doesn't notice.
I take his hand
Revel in the touch
Pretend it's sincere.
But it's only to help me up
After he's pushed me down
Again.
He'll ask me for dating advice
And I will give him the best I can think of
In hopes that maybe this time he
Will use it on me.
And when he doesn't
I will smile,
And wish him good luck.
And when he introduces the lucky girl
I will smile,
And wish them all the happiness in the world.
And when I'm all alone
Staring up at the stars
This time, maybe I won't wish I was her
But maybe, just maybe
This time I will wish
That Craig smiles
Just for me
Tomorrow.
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My heart is aching,
And so I write angsty poems n_n