P(r)etty boy.

Isolating yourself from everyone surrounding you,
then complaining that no one notices you.
You save any piece of you that made it through the day,
and you give it all to Her. Because, face it, love,

it's all for Her.

You lap up Her attention
as if it takes reign over the air you breath.
You're so confused,
so awkward, so oblivious
of the presence you're leaving behind
to the very few who still put
up the pretense of noticing you.
Their efforts are wasted.

Your prodigy,

that image you leave behind
for the world to commemorate,

it's not yours.

When people think of you,

they automatically associate you with Her.

All due to you rejecting everyone save for Her
and the few deemed worthy of Her presence.

I don't mean to sound so condescending, love,

but if it were anyone,

anyone

on this earth filled with hundreds of millions of people,
that could show you the other side of life,
that could show you your true potential,

why Her?

She can't
and will never
appreciate you like others have tried to so hard in vain,

only to be pushed away
in this desperate plea

for any sign of acknowledgement from Her.

In spending your every waking moment
preoccupied with thoughts of Her,
you've unknowingly made yourself for a fool.
And the most unfortunate part of it all?

Everyone sees it

oh yes, the people who know but your name see it. Heck, even She herself sees it-
except for you. You threw away a thousand diamonds while searching for a rock.

Why do I care?

Because in you,

I saw me.

the old me,
who would've done anything for a text from Her.
I would've done anything for that girl,

before I saw Her true personality manifest before my very eyes.

but then again,
you're simply prolonging

the unfortunate kismet

that is inevitably
going to be thrown upon you
when She loses any interest She ever had in you, love.

But why do I care?

I've tried reaching out.
Heck, so have you.
But then, you pull away,
playing your cryptic games.
Usually, I'm half tempted to figure you out.
{i doubt that you know where your own games lead}

I know I've spent the better half of the year

under the façade of hating you,

but perhaps it just was me hating you
for temporarily getting desired by your dream girl.
My internal frustrations had nothing
to do with you personally, love.

And I do apologize for that.

I guess that's what this is. An apology
to our unfavorable circumstances.
Maybe someday you'll forgive me, love.
But don't get the wrong idea -
we were never friends, and will {probably} never be.

{forever} just a space between a period and the next sentence.

kismet