Drawn to the pretty

It's not just the way you look,
It's your smile,
The way you carry yourself,
What you know,
What you're interested to know,
That you're interested to know,
The kind and wise words you offer to your friends
 [oh how I wish I could count myself amongst them].

But my intentions were not exactly pure,
And from my stubborn hope now comes the guilt.
Unknowingly I placed the bets against myself.

I didn't hurt you.
I hurt no one.
At least, of that I can be proud.
 [That's the thing with having a talent for going unnoticed,
   You have to acknowledge when it serves you right].

Clear the dust...

and stare at the forgotten revelations.
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I like you... a lot.
I think I do.

You don't [like me]
You can't... won't.

I'll mimic you
'Cause my liking of anybody
Always comes with a little admiration.

And if when you go
I'll go... back to my characteristic poker face.
That's my style (IN YOUR FACE, THERAPIST!)

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Mates say I should lower my standards and just get laid. Overweight hypocrites.