I thought it was your sense of humour, you made me laugh.
I thought it was your body, it wasn't that.
Maybe it was your voice? Johnny C said it irritated him.
I assumed it was your dumbness as you are quite stupid.
It gave me a sense of power to know I was better at English.
I dreamed of screwing you, except in my dream you had no face,
just some black emptiness where your eyes would have been.
Was it really you? I felt humiliated to feel so much for someone so stupid.
You wore PT's, you liked Deadmaus, you were friends with HIM, the guy who bullied me or five years.
The list could go on.
In the end it came down to this.
Johnny C of all people, who has never kissed a girl (or a boy) in his life, I found him quite annoying.
It was a hot day and we were walking home from school. I looked across the street at the park and saw couples there, laying on the grass, a lazy day in June.
I watched envious, slightly irritated at Johnny C's babbling about his Miley Cyrus obsession.
I was talking on and on about you (obviously)
about how I didn't get why you never liked me.
Then Johnny C spoke some wise words.
Which made me come to the shocking conclusion!
I am not or ever was, in love with you.
The idea!
I was in love with the possibility.
Obbsessed with the idea.
You were attractive, but what you stood for meant so so much more!
The couples in the park lay chatting.
About shit that never even mattered.
