it's been one month since your birthday.
you used to make me so happy.
and now i'm just sad.

d.l.b.

you said hello to me today.

"hey diana!"

you have no idea how special that made me feel.

d.l.b.

you talked to her again today.
i understand you have the freedom
to talk to whoever you wish,
but i've been so lonely
for so long.
and it would be absolutely wonderful
if you would talk to me for a change.

d.l.b.

"who is prettier?"

i told you that it didn't matter.
i told you that you were beautiful.

"who is prettier?"

i told you that i wasn't answering.
i told you i don't believe it matters.

"who is prettier?"

i told you you weren't understanding.
i told you to please stop.

"i'm ugly."

no you're not.

"i'm fat."*

no you're not.

stop please.

d.l.b.

you looked at me today.
i looked at you today.
your brown eyes were sparkling,
even from across the room.
we both laughed,
because of something silly i had just done.
it made me so happy,
to know that you think i'm funny.

but then,
i saw you looking at her.
you walked towards her.
you talked to her.
you laughed with her.
what about me?

d.l.b.

i think the reason i cry so easily
is because i don't have friends like you do.
i go to school every day
and i walk through the hallways alone.
i mean,
i guess i have some friends.
but nothing close to a best friend.
because that's you.
and i'm your best friend too.
but you have so many more.
and i think that's the reason i get so upset
when you tell me stories about them.
and i also cry
because i can't hug you like they can.
you're so many miles away
and my heart hurts so much.

d.l.b.

every time i feel lonely,
i'll look up at the stars.
because i know somebody else is looking too.
i probably don't know them.
but they're lonely too.
and that makes me feel a little less lonely.

d.l.b.