desperate

Why do I think on you, although I love someone other?
Why do I hate you, when you don’t hug me?
Why do I laugh, when you say something funny?
Why do I smile, when you smile on me, when you laugh, when you stress through your hair?
Why do I feel lonely, when you walk away?

I have a dreamboy and you are not.
I love him and not you.
I kiss him, touch him, want him.
But if I kiss him, I think on you.
If I touch him, I think on you.
Although I want him, I want you.