I Don't Get the Boys I Like

It's somewhat a lingering curse,

Of all the people that would like me,

It never once occurred

For someone whom i like to like me back.

I've accepted the dilemma,

I've fit myself by their side,

For I can not find myself willing to be

in the company that I find no pleasure with.

But then you,

You make me think every single day.

That maybe I can get the boy I like.

You encouraged me, To feel, to hope.

And I hoped, it was you.

Time passed quickly when I'm with you,

I felt, maybe this time would be different

And that certain couple of hours came.

I felt, I would get the boy I like.

I wanted to feel certain,

But at the back of my head,

You are too good to be true

I fear that something would be off

I reminded myself,

I don't get the boys I like.

But you encouraged me,

And told me I'd get to be liked back,

Just as how you've been.

You held her hand,

I forgot breathing.

I don't get the boys I like.