You’re a lot like me, aren’t you?
Or I’m a lot like you I guess would be more fitting
You are older, therefore you endured more first

I saw you,
I always said I would be secretly in love with you
Only this time it was no secret

Because there you stood, isolated and sheepish, words sounding pretty from your mouth
You were like nothing I’ve ever seen before
Jet black, spring locked hair and skin pale with a faint hint of pink
You’re perfect in this lighting, but do you know it?

You’ve never felt perfect, yet alone “normal”… for whatever that may be…
And I see you
I’ve felt the same
We would’ve had something— how I still believe we will

You’re leaning up against a cement block, dusk is rearing; what are you waiting for?
Are we the only ones left in this place?  
Won’t you be my twilight princess while we’re here?

That song you’re singing…
It’s one of my favorites, but you wouldn’t know
And that hoodie you’re wearing? This is how I know we’re in the past
Explains why no one else is present

I’m more than alright to be here with you
Do you notice me?
How come you’re letting me hear you sing?
No one hears you sing, ever

My gesture, though not much, is enough to show you I feel for you, deeply
I approach you, and you keep singing, though it’s a little hushed by now
In my hand is what? A small flower from a bush nearby

I have to show you I care, for I’m tired of missing opportunities, I won’t miss this with you
I gently take your hand, the one with my favorite inking on it and place a flower that wasn’t meant for picking in your grasp

You smile…
Your smile, the one that melts and I feel like the sky could go dark, the world can crumble right here, right now but it won’t matter
For with you, I wouldn’t even notice
Everything around us is irrelevant, inconspicuous, even

I know how you feel and that you’re not used to being liked well
Neither am I
But for some reason you make it easy
Why do I pull you in like this?
My arms are around you and your smile broadens

Nothing else matters
Nothing else matters
Nothing else matters

Our story? To be continued, or to be started, actually
We’re familiar but there’s more in store for us, you’ll get to know me
You’ll see me,
I know…


because I’ll let you