I’m only mildly obsessive
falling into past routines
of holding anyone who holds a conversation
bring me closer
I love the idea of him
the way a girl loves the idea of white lace and fresh cut flowers
romantically, not realistically
I don’t want him to love me
just hold me
just meet my eyes two seconds longer
just talk to me
I wish I loved a girl
as warm as spring
but instead I’ll love a boy
as cold as ice
as gentle as summer air
not ready to reach towards me
and hold my hand
show some spirt, come to me
heaven knows I’m impatient
and I won’t come to you
I’ll silently long for you
from behind closed doors
waiting
I hear other girls talking about you
you could have anyone you wanted
you really are handsome
quiet as a lamb
is it an illusion?
you never seem to care
I wish you looked at me
like you look at him
I don’t think he loves you back
I’ll wait for you in vain