your freckles are /stardust/ i yearn to make a wish on and blow away
but instead, his grubby hands try to rub them [off] every day.
there's something about the way you laugh-perhaps its the /magic/ behind it,
how it heals and makes me forget the pain;
he doesn't notice it but chuckles at what he calls "you snort".
a thousand different /curiosities/ sparkle in your eyes,
i'd give the whole damn world to you if only you'd tell me about a few,
yet he likes to joke and embarrass you,
so you'll close your eyes as if he'd stop and it'd fade away.
words fall from your /perfect/ lips and i catch them in my hands,
holding on as long as forever will let me;
he drops them so easily, tripping over his own.
my /dreams/ have you in them and they're simple:
you're talking and i'm listening, if only we could do that more often,
only you're picturing him and i know you think of kissing his lips.
stop unknowingly /stealing/ pieces of my broken heart,
you've done enough damage;
but unlike him, i can't blame you for anything (even the small things).
if only you looked at me the way you look at him-god, i wish you were /gay/.