If you could read my mind

If you could read my mind I don’t think you would ever be insecure ever again. 

You might not believe me though so I’ll voice these thoughts out loud for you then. 

Before I even knew you, 

I only ever just saw your name. 

we kept missing each other in hallways — you were always just a blur to me…

what a shame 

so the first day I really saw you I couldn’t believe that you were actually real. 

So I fast walked away and shut the door, soft smiles and small hand waves all in good time I know for sure.

I told my friends “don’t make it a big deal” 

they’d smile and shake their heads — 

“I’ve never seen you like this”

I removed from my mind at the idea of ever being sad.

You texted “I’m glad that I saw you today” 

so when I started to feel sick — I hoped, I prayed to get better some way. 

because I needed to see you again…

I believe in fate but I didn’t really believe it.

If I’m being honest you know why I lie — 

I said:

“god definitely didn’t put me on this earth just to meet up with some guy”

Then I see you coming — 

You’re walking up the stairs, you have a gift in your hand;

our hearts playing musical chairs

Except there’s only one seat when the music starts …

When the music stops playing …

Our hearts crash into eachother —

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

You smile,

That smile, 

could damn near rival the sun and I’m trying to keep it together because you’re just somebody’s son. 

Except you’re not, not really—

You’re smart, the kind that leaves people speechless even if you stumble over your words because you struggle with dyslexia but it’s oh so damn endearing.

and you’re pretty — but the kind of beautiful that handsome wishes he could be attractive but the kind of charming that makes a thesaurus out of me…

…

…

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And if my thoughts had legs it’d be in my mind running around desperate to find a tape recorder desperate to save the memory of your laughs sound…

That sound your laugh makes your eyes smile — by the way while you’re looking at me …

my angels were ferociously drawing away your hazel eyes, your crooked smile, and how this light makes your hair more auburn paired with some —

the Eiffel Tower begs to be such a sight and the more I listen, the more I realize you have no idea who you are…

When the sun listens to the wrong people it spends its whole life believing it was only just a star.