I don't know how to, to be honest.
I love you,
And I don't know if you love me back.

This is the best way I can get it out.
Just jotting down and throwing the words in a text box that you'll never read.

I know you won't.
You hate poetry.
You also don't like oranges,
and despise ballet flats.

I notice tiny things about you.
Just little useless things.
Little things that make you a little bit cuter.

The way that you light up when we're dancing in your living room
The speakers turned all the way up,
And you look at me and that makes me happy.
Anytime you smile it lets me know you're happy.
Even if that means I'm out of the picture.