Heart-Shaped Container
Does he even know;
That my heart sings for him even when I'm sleeping;
That every small wound, emotional or physical, hurts me ten-fold;
That I cry inside when he lies and says he's fine;
That with every touch my stomach flutters wild?
Does he even know;
That I stay up late hoping he'll stop texting and call me instead;
That I really do love his friends;
That I try so hard even though I get no where;
That when I say I want to help, I want to be told that I'm needed even if there's nothing I
can do?
Does he even know;
That I love spending time with him;
That that doesn't include his phone or the computer;
That I can never get him off my mind;
That I like doing meaningless things like running errands or cooking lunch with him because
every second counts?
Does he even know;
That every time he leaves, I'm afraid he won't come back because someone stole him from
beneath;
That the drama in his life pains me because there's nothing I can do;
That I wish he's accept my opinions of him because I feel demeaned when he dismisses
them;
That I mean it when I tell him its hard to sleep without him?
Does he even know;
That I hope there is a future;
That I'm not ready to give up;
That I hide all of this in the small heart-shaped container beating in my chest;
That I don't want to lose him because he IS the most important thing to me?
Does he even know;
That when I hold his hand, I feel like I can take on the world;
That when I'm in his arms, I couldn't feel any safer;
That when I lay with him and slowly fall asleep my last thought is how wonderful he is;
That he's so perfect for me and I hope he doesn't mind having a little loser named Shelby?
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