Weak Week,

Maybe it's too much to ask when I ask this little from you.

am i jealous of you
for knowing the flavor of his name on your lips?

am i envious of you
for feeling his hand on yours?

am i-perhaps-a tad disturbed
wishing i was on the recieving end

rather than watching from
the sidelines

Maybe I've gone too far by going the extra mile

do i feel left out
when the song she sings isn't a song
i heard first?

do i feel unwanted
when the jokes they tells aren't the jokes
we made together?

do i feel-perhaps-alone.
when i see you walk by, and think
i could be your friend,
if only you would let me.


You Are Not The Flavor Of The Weak.