you and her

last night I saw you. on the steps with her. i was sitting on a bench atop the knoll with my friend, seeing who could swing their legs the fastest when i saw you, just below me. we were out of your line of view so you wouldn't have seen me. that's not to say that even if you could see me, you would have noticed me. i am invisible to you. But sadly, you are not to me. the thing is, i didn't even need to see your face to know it was you. i instantly recognised the raven shoulder-length hair and your slim figure. you were wearing something different though, not far off your usual style. but different nonetheless. i watched you two sit down as she wiped the tears from your face. i wonder why you were crying. of course i wouldn't know, i don't know a single thing about you. although i do know one thing, you look pretty when you cry. i watched, sickened as she cradled your face and stared deeply into your starry eyes. whispering close to your ear. too close for comfort. i'm sure you know what I'm getting at. i mean, the two of you looked incredible together. how could i not be jealous. i wish i wasn't, but i am, very jealous.