we ran barefoot across
creaked floorboards ,
hopeful our youth
would never die out .
your index pokes
my back , ice cold
to the touch , like
you're barely there
at all .
when i look up ,
you're now faded .
was it all just pretend ?
or was it all in my head . . ?
you aren't her valentine .
you didn't give her flowers,
gifts, nor the chocolates .
you aren't her valentine .
you didn't take her on dates,
and now . . it was too late .
she has a new valentine .
he gives her the love you never
gave her .
you were never her valentine .
i'm losing sight of me .
everywhere i look ,
i see a young girl
with hopes and
dreams . . .
it's not all what
it seems .
im living this nightmare ,
blind to the love i've been
given .
do i deserve it ?
do i allow myself
to ? i want to .
i don't want to lose
sight of me .
i'm not the pretty one ,
the slender one .
i'm not the one who's
easy to love . i'm different ,
more difficult .
i'm the one who's in
the background ,
a girl in the movies
who isn't as pretty
or gorgeous .
you may know that
girl . the one who's
easier to love .
i'm not her .