Notice you

I don't think she notices you.
She doesn't notice your smile.
she doesn't notice how your hand over your face, make you look like a little kid.
she doesn't notice your eyes shine bright when your fake smile is hidden behind the real one.
she doesn't notice how you're hair falls over your face,
and once you whip brush it out of the way, it creates another type of beauty. 
she doesn't notice how your cheeks cover your eyes when you smile,
and how your laugh is chopped up into many different segments of sounds.
how deep your voice gets when you're serious,
and how high it gets when your playing around.
But you didn't noticed how much I noticed about you. 
how every Sunday your button up shirts and dark jeans were what you wore for church.
I guess I noticed to much...
like when you eat, you never finished your plate, or at a restaurant you never tasted your food first. 
You always asked me to taste it first.
I missed out on something good,
and gave it to someone who can't notice you like I do.