ig like a story/poem that i wrote based off of yours and heather by conan gray mixed with my actual feelings </3 you’re mine, but i feel like im not yours. before you were mine, all you talked about was her. about how you wanted her to be yours. now you’re mine. but it doesn’t feel like i’m yours. i catch you looking at her. i bet you think i don’t notice. i wish i didn’t. but i do. every time she walks by, i see you stare. when you see her, you jump up and down and wave. when you see me, you just say, “hey.” do i not matter as much? do you still wish she was yours, or are you happy with me? it doesn’t feel like you are. it feels like you still want her, not me. but i push those feelings deep inside and try to bury them, try to convince myself that it’s just me and my anxiety. just me overthinking, as usual. but at the end of the day, you’re mine, but she’s yours.
