It hurts knowing that I like you, and you like someone else.
It hurts knowing, that you can kiss someone else but I can only think about kissing you.
It hurts knowing that I crave your comfort when your comforting someone else.
It hurts that your thinking about them all the time, yet it comes to me I don't slip through your mind once.
It hurts that you miss them more than you'll ever miss me.
It hurts that if I dissappeared you wouldn't cry, but if that person disappeared you'd cry.
I wish these tiny things didn't hurt, but they do because they matter things that matter hurt. So I guess that's why it doesn’t hurt you because I don't matter and that hurts.