"OH, MAYBE, YOU COULD DEVASTATE ME"
I know he isn't the first
And he won't be the last
But that boyish smile devastates me every time
And I'm not one for talk
Thoughts are scarce when they're directed at him
I'm scarce around him
The silence teases my insecurities
An insecure girl too insecure to handle her own insecurities
So I know there isn't a fantasy to chase
That he'll never be mine
And God she looks better with him than I ever could
The mischief in her eyes matches his
They'd be perfect
But it was nice last night when we were imperfect
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