You make me feel comfortable.
Smiling the way you do,
making me have no worries.

I start to care less about what people say.
Not listening unless it's about my friends,
or totally bashing on me.
Not caring if it's anything less than that.

Still, this does not take my jealousy away.
It makes it stronger, and I am sorry for that.

I don't understand why you see me in a different way.
Like I actually matter, but it's probably just a phase.
Like I could actually matter to someone? Ha.

So, I"m sitting here looking out the window,
thinking of times that you probably will never remember.
Like the sweet things you've said to me
And also the cutest smile on your face, I shall not forget that.

I'm not forgetting now, but you will, if you haven't already.
You make me feel at peace, smiling the way you do.
Making me smile too.