I’d do anything for you to be here with me right now.
I’d say anything for you to call me beautiful again like you did that one night you got drunk.
I’d give anything for you to talk to me until after midnight like you did before.
But no.
Instead you’re at a party holding my best friend instead of me.
You’re calling her beautiful and you’re probably sober.
You’re talking to her after midnight because you forgot that I’m still awake.
I miss you.
But you don’t miss me.
We were never together,
But you made me feel like we could’ve been.
It’s not fair.
