this is me...
*the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more.
*girl who doesn't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.
*the girl who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood.
*the girl who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.
*girl who has been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word.
*the girl who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds."
*girl who knows that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
*the girl who has left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint.
*who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
*the girl who has been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.
*the girl who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down.
*the girl who believed the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.
*the girl who has had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place.
*the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone.
*the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended.
*for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.
*this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.
*the girl who has been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something.
*the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.
*the girl who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more.
*the girl who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
*girl who doesn't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.
*the girl who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood.
*the girl who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.
*girl who has been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word.
*the girl who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds."
*girl who knows that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
*the girl who has left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint.
*who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
*the girl who has been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.
*the girl who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down.
*the girl who believed the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.
*the girl who has had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place.
*the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone.
*the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended.
*for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.
*this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.
*the girl who has been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something.
*the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.
*the girl who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more.
*the girl who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.