Love and Cry

I "cry".

You walk. 

We dance

to two different songs. 

You're right there

I know you are

but you're still not Here.

And I'm so jealous.

Jealous that She has the dream

and we used to talk about

when we couldn't sleep.

When we would see 

Someone

and then Imagine together

what it would be like if we were their 

Somebody

and then She went and she found her Someone.

And She's his Somebody.

And sometimes it makes me so mad.

That I'm still laying here in bed

3:30 am

can't sleep

but still Dreaming.

I've got love on my lips but it doesn't belong to me.