Deceit.

I miss him.

I miss him so much,

but my mind doesn’t want to admit it.

I pretend that he wants me too.

When he turns back,

he’s actually looking at me.

When he walks by,

it’s because he wanted to see me.

I pretend that we have this secret affection.

That his heart longs for mine,

and I’m the one who doesn’t want him.

I’m the one who is too good for him.

too smart for him,

too pretty for him,

too much for him.

But my mind is a liar,

and my eyes decieve me.

For the fact is,

it’s all deception.

When he turns around,

he’s looking at someone else.

When he comes by,

he’s just walking.

And anyone can see

he’s too good for me.

He doesn’t even notice my existence anymore.

And as much as I want him to,

he doesn’t want me.