It's that feeling I get
when I'm laughing with you
in the front seat of your truck
and it whispers,
"oh god, oh god,
i wish i was yours."

I've tried to ignored this thought
that runs through my head
all the time, everywhere,
so your words hurt,
"I like her a lot;
I hope she feels the same."

Sometimes, I laugh so hard
when I'm trying my very best
not to cry my eyes out,
and so I've become a liar,
"Oh man, I'm so jealous;
I wish I liked someone too."

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I knew he wasn't going to like me,
but I hadn't counted on our friendship
or how he talks to me about everything.

I haven't written any poetry/stories I actually like since 8th grade,
which was about a year and a half ago.
This was just stuff I could shake out of my mind.