Me?

I can't picture anyone liking me,

having a crush on me.

Thinking about me when they wake up,

or go to bed.

Getting butterflies when I smile.

All I am is quiet.

Nothing about me is exciting.

But somehow, you make me feel so special.

All I can think is

Me?

Why do you choose to talk to me?

Im not that pretty

or smart.

All I am is me.

I've been told all my life that wasn't enough.

There are so many other girls better than me.

You deserve better than me.

But all I want is you.

No matter my mood, you always make me smile.

I don't think you truly understand

how much you mean to me.

I can't tell if you like me back.

First, I think things are going pretty well,

and then I see you talking to other girls.

I know you aren't mine.

But I treat other guys as if I'm yours.

Hoping on day I will be.

Maybe soon.

Maybe never.

Who knows?