I envy U
You and your magnetic (nearly flawless) charm that works instantly to both sexes...
You and your handy tools that does magic in turning rags to riches...
You and your childlike eyes and devilish smile that hold the power to melt the coldest mountain...
You and your bravery and confidence in stealing those things, and those hearts...
You and your youth, flexibility, independency, vulnerability, and secrecy...
You, you, and you...
It surprises me that you even bother to lean yourself on me...
even adore me...
while the whole universe have their eyes caught on you...
You might (or might not) know that you provide me despair,
from all those staring and admiring eyes...
I cannot compete with you...though I sometimes sense that you see me as one
There is no way I can possibly hide my pride realizing your insecurity for my being a threat to such a fine creature...
I envy you, my dear...
Why do we have to placed in a situation where love and hate collides?
