The Sad Versamilitude

You don’t know how much it hurts him inside do you? Seeing you flirt with other guys, whilst he sits back and watches in the crowd. Yeah, he may have a smile on his face but deep down inside, he’s dying, dying to be heard, to be noticed and to have at least a bit of love from you. During the day, the smile’s on. During the night, well I don’t think you’d like to know. He cries himself to sleep each night thinking about you, and what could’ve, should’ve or would’ve been. He lays there, staring at the ceiling, with nothing in his mind but the “what if’s ” gushing through. He knows that it’ll never happen, but it’s worth hoping for right? Well that’s what he thinks. Another day, another fake smile. He’s nearly mastered the art of pretending by now. You really don’t know what’s happening? Maybe if you asked him “How are you?”, you’d be amazed.