A short sweet burst of Zayadora poetry. (With, most likely, response)

I like your smile.

I wish it was for me.

I like your eyes.

I wish they'd see.

I like making jokes.

Didn't know I was one.

I like playing games.

This game isn't fun.

I like your laugh.

Wish I could laugh too.

I see your lips

Saying, 'I'm not for you'

I like your voice.

And the way you flirt.

You must mean well

So why do I hurt?

I like our feel

A quadrilateral

I even like the heartache

Forever terminal

I like your smile

I wish it was for me.

I like these thoughts

Of what we could be

I like him too

Sure he's a nice guy

But your heart

Makes me wish you were mine

He's got everything

He's got you

I'm out of luck

The black feeling blue.

I like moping

I don't need your pity

Stop thinking Zay...

Stop being so giddy

You're not mine

There is no together

Only reality

Quadrilateral forever

We're not equals

We won't see eye to eye

Though I understand

Why you'd choose that guy

The mirror knows

My broken heart

Stop smiling so much

Stop being a work of art

I want to get over

I want to move on

But my hearts still bleeding

Even though you're gone

I'll walk the hallways

And hide behind doors

They'll whisper about me

But they're not who I'm waiting for

You're never coming!

You don't even care!

But I like your smile

And I wish it was here

Cheshire smile

Come for me

Let me down slow

I'm on my knees.

Cheshire smiles

Stop telling lies

I'm not a dummy

But you'll be my demise

I shouldn't want

What someone else has

But I'm fairly certain

You're not his other half

I have a half

Broken but ready

Take my hand

I'll keep us steady

You are my world

My everything

What is he?

A name and a brain

If that's what you want

I won't dispute

But I'm over here

And it's up to you

Maybe you think

No one else loves me

I think it too

Perhaps we're both crazy

I'm over here

Pretending to be what I'm not

You're over there

Not knowing what you want

If you decide

Which side you will choose

I'll be right here

I can take abuse.

I like your smile

It's not for me

But one day

It might be

Maybe it's him

That you love more

But you wink at me

And I'm not sure

I'll keep hoping,

And occasionally crying,

You love me too

It hurts to keep lying

I love your smile

Though it's not for me

But something exists

Between these lines of poetry.