So he told you that you were pretty?
That, without you, life would be a little shitty?
All those sweet nothings made you feel aglow
So they cannot blame you that you did not know
That pretty is the equivalent of feeling fine
That pretty means nothing when he cannot say “mine”
In reference to you, but you didn’t see it
All your friends told you, but you didn’t believe it
And now you’re questioning what you two are
Day dreaming to the sky, asking the stars
For a future with this boy who can’t even love you
Well, not that he can’t, but that he won’t choose to
So you’re sitting here, second guessing your worth
Like you’re not the most gorgeous being to ever grace this earth
Like your person is not worth every single second of time
When really, he is just not your partner in crime
Because that guy? He’d know how to plan a heist
He’d be proactive, detailed, eager and comprised
Of intentional actions to make you feel
Like together, you two could close any deal
But this guy? He’s one for the masses
He would not serve as any kind of asset
Your repertoire is out of his price range
So please, take some time to sulk and then disengage
From this weight that is dragging you down
When you resurface, I’ll be patiently waiting around
With all your other friends because we love you so much
We’re just waiting for you to get back in touch
– This time, when I called, I left a voicemail
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