To The Boy Who Had Hurt Me: I'm Not Her
I was at a party, seeking for you
But people in drunken stupors blocked my path to you
And you were talking to her again
Blonde hair and pretty blue eyes
Long legs, perfect hands
I lingered there, the view aggravating the hurt
I wanted to cry
And I wanted to go home thinking a new day would approach in a snap
But I just stood there like some sort of creep or a ghost
I had chipped nails, a red nose, and you’d count every zit on my face
You left me and I was feeling out of place
Overlapping voices filled my ears but all I could hear
Was your smile, your happiness
And because I loved you,
I respected your space
And the fact that you were free to do anything in your life
I had ripped jeans and a black jacket on
She had big earrings, a big smile, and was on her cellphone
While you waited, smiling with lust
And you turned out to be someone I couldn’t trust
Your eyes took mine--- and you merely noticed that it was the darkest brown you’ve ever seen
You then took her somewhere--- a place we’ve never been
Compared to her rosy cheeks, long legs, fierce eyes
I could see all your why’s
You pitied me
For what I couldn’t be
For I wasn’t her
For I’m not her