The Butterflies

Change your class.
Your hair.
Your face.
There are things that you will never be able to change.
Like the way that you say my name.
Or the way that you look at me.
You seem to think that I won't walk away.
I'm already in the process,
you've already lost half of what I felt for you.
You're loosing so much more by just doing what you're
doing now.
Tell me we won't see each other one minute,
then that we'll hang all the time...
Make up your damn mind,
or I'll make it up for you.
There's nothing that hurts me more then the way things
have changed.
The way...
seeing your face doesn't do for me what it once did.
THat instead of feeling butterflies in my stomach,
I just get a feeling in my head that makes me wonder,
if you've grown up yet,
or if we're just going to have another fight.
Another bad day to add to the list.
And you started all this.
With some stupid jealousy and not caring enough for me.
Or maybe just not showing that you did.
The sad thing is,
That I'm not sure I do anymore.
Feel that away about you, anymore.
I know that I'll always love who we were..
but I hate the way you look at me,
then act like you feel nothing.
And I can't stand when you ask me "what"
when you're the one stareing at me.
Then there's the way you ignore my calls,
or my text,
and you say that it doesn't matter,
and ask me why I care.
And the way that always,
all the time,
you have to set the stage.
Whether or not we have fun together or you just make me
misserable,
you decide on a whim.
As if you've discovered you've gotten to close,
so you pull away and drop me flat on my face.
And I'm just not sure that I can go through this anymore.
I love you...
But maybe it's true what they say,
love isn't enough.
Or maybe it's just,
that love has to be expressed equally from one person to
another.
Instead of clapping with one hand,
which I've become very good at with you.
I love the way you tell me the same story five times in
one day,
just because you're excited and want to share it with me.
And the way that you pull your seat right next to mine,
no matter who was originally at my side.
You look at me and I die,
when you actually say my name aloud I sigh.
In the hall,
you glance behind,
just to make sure that I'm still there,
as if you're afraid that I'll disapear...
That I'll vanish.
Which is funny...
because you're the one pushing me away from you.
You're the one who's saying stupid things,
making stupid moves.
You're the one who can't own up,
grow up,
sometimes even show up.
I'm sorry but I'm fed up.
One day you're going to turn around,
and I won't be there.
Like your worst fear
just came true.
Because, a ghra, I love you.
But I think it's time
That I loved me, to.