It's either desperation, or dedication, how after all this time, I'm still here, holding on. It's been quite a while, and I never planned on revisiting these sentiments I thought I'd boxed away forever.
Guess I was wrong. I guess I lied each time I told myself that I was over you, because right now, it doesn't feel like I ever will be.
But I will always be the other girl. The one waiting on the side lines to mend whatever is broken, even if the pieces wound me.
It's not your fault. You're just someone wonderful and extraordinarily amazing and I look at you and I would rather look at you than anything else in the world. It's unfair, cause you never even have to try. I keep falling all the time.