Him.

People tell me things,

Things I don't believe.

They're all about him.

All about what he's done.

He is..perfect.

He is sweet,

Funny,

Kind.

He is handsome,

And amazing.

Always trying to be positive,

He never gives up.

He tells me I'm beautiful,

Without any hesitation.

He's the first boy to ever do that,

And he's always there when I need him.

Is it selfish,

That I want him to notice me?

Like he notices other girls.

Does he not trust me?

Is there something wrong with me?

I want him to tell me things,

Just as I tell him.

How does he see me?

What am I to him?

Does he even like being around me?

So many thoughts swirl,

Whenever I think about him.

I get confused,

But yet everything is just so clear.

He is my best friend.

The things he says,

Help keep me strong

And I wanna stay by his side,

To help him be strong too.

I love him.

I don't want to lose him.

So I'll do anything I need to,

To keep him by my side, and keep him happy.

I just want to see him smile.

I want to hear him laugh.

And I want to look into his eyes,

Those beautiful, heart-melting blue eyes,

And I'll always know that it's him.