What does he think when he thinks of me,
Does he wonder if i think of him,
Does he think of me at all
I must stop thinking so grim

How i long to feel his lips on mine,
To rest my arms on his spine
To hold on and never let go
The time spent apart seems to go so slow
I long to smell his smell again
When will he be here? when..
But he is not mine to touch or hold
Maybe I should just let go
I just don't know

Why do i crave his touch
Why do i love his smell
Am i crazy. obsessed
Do others feel this as well?

What if i'm doing this all wrong
What if this feels right
who will fill the silences
when things get awkward, they might

Why do i feel like bursting
when he talks to me only
Why am i the one who must always be lonely

Why doesn't he hold my hand like i've seen others before
Why can't i help but melt when he holds open the door

Is he only being polite
or does he feel like i wish
Do dreams come true
do they even sort of...nearlyish?

I see him
     He sees me
          I talk to him
              He talks to me
          He talks to her
      We all talk so much but say so little

                                                     What do we really feel
                                       Who are we really
                          Are we all part of a grand plan
             Are we here by mistake by science

            Do i ask him
                       Does he feel the same
                                       Why do I exist
                               Why is there sadness why is there happiness
                                             why

                                                        Do i love him
                                  Does he love me
                Why do i feel the way i do
                                 Why do i do the things i do

                          Does he  notice me like i notice
                                                 Every detail
                             Does he think of her
                                           like i wish he thought of me?

                                                                   Why does it hurt
                                   Why does it make me feel
                                                                           like a bubble?
                                               So happy yet so breakable.....