You Don't Even Know

I like him

Alot.

He's taken.

We never talk,

And I'm too nervous around him to talk to him.

My friends tease me about it,

It's getting on my nerves.

They call hima jerk

An ass,

Player,

Whatever you would like to call him.

But, to me he's :

What I constantly think about

Cry over

Hate to like so much,

When he doesn't even know

HELP ME!

I want to not like him

But, when I think the feelings gone.....

It comes back,

every

fucking

time.

I hate him

because I like him

And I like him

because everyone else

hates on him

for being :

annoying

obnoxious

perverted....

etc.

If he only knew,

what would happen?

If he only knew,

Who would care?

Every one would know me as :

"That one girl who likes So and So"

I can't help but to wonder,

Why I like him.

I don't want/need/have to :

I just do!

I hate it so much.

They tell me to get over him

Because he'll never

EVER

like me.

I tell them I can't

This feeling grows when I see him

He brightens my day when

he doesn't even know it.