Maybe my everything was just something in your eyes
My reality was less than perfect...
And my dreams you didn't understand
Everyone thought we were so perfect together
The cheerleader and the rock star,
I was in love with some one else..
He wasn't labeled
I was
He had everything to offer
I had nothing to return
I still sleep with that blanket he gave me
The boy I want to marry I met at barely sixteen
"Friends always" he signed at the end of his message
In my yearbook
next to all the fake "love ya lots" and "xoxo"
from the other cheerleaders..athletes.. hopefuls.. and rock stars
Read it again..
"Friends always"
But to me it's so much more..
He doesn't know..
Untouched by a stereotype..
I fell for his charm, his lips, and fake accents.
And everything reminds me of him.
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