Here's to you.

Sometimes I wish you could see everything I've done for you, I'm doing for you, and will do for you. But you're my secret. The one thing I'm holding inside. I think it shines like a light, and I feel like I'm screaming it to the world. But each and everyday I find motivation to keep going just to see how I am in your eyes. So while we're in class, all I can think about it how much I wish the bell would ring, so I can talk to you. While we're at lunch, I wish we would finish eating so you can come up and say hi. While it's seventh period, with five minutes left, I hope you would go home and text me. While you're tearing yourself apart over her, I'm wishing you would see I would do anything to take her place. But you don't tear me up inside. Because how I feel about you is different than I've ever felt for someone before, and I know this is the way it should be.