PYT

I wish I could tell you things.

Like how never ever,
No matter what you do to your hair,
Could you ever be less lovely.

Like how
I never did want you to like me.
It is enough if I can make you smile.

Like how
I wish I could be much more.
Make you proud to have me even as a friend.

Like how
I wish you'd get attached soon.
Let this foolish, deperate desire for you die.

And then all will be fine.
And then all will be better.
And then all will be innocent again.

But we never talk anymore.
And you've labelled me weird.
I don't know why...

But still, I wish I could tell you this.