Not Meant To Be... Poem by Dislocated Heart

She talks of her and I, as if we're together..
She plans out dates, picks out my clothes
as if I'm an 11 yrs. old.
She calls me every morning,
just to wake me up,
and to hear that voice of mines.

She smiles, as I'm half asleep.
I guess it brings her joy,
just to hear this crappy voice of mines.

She sees me, she'll hug me for the longest time..
then she blushes like no other..
kisses my cheek, whispering the sweetest thing in my ear.
honestly..
its the first I've seen a girl do that.
I've gotta say.. she is pretty cute for 15 yr old.

At night, she calls.. telling me she likes me.

the disappointment sets in..
cuz all day, another girl was on my mind.
She knows I'm in love..
and each time.. she makes a big fuss.

We argus for a bit.. Damn, I'm tired of this.
We've been over it..
sorry to say, It'll never happen.
not now.. not in the future.

this heart of mines will forever belong to her.
harsh, but it had to be said..