funny, isn't it? how facebook displays how long it's been since a person was last active. they remind me that i was a mere three hundred seconds from catching you online, but that's okay; no, really!, it is;

because my fingers are hovering over my keyboard and the blinker's just blinking in its white little space, this Type a message... glaring at me accusingly. wait, give me a second. what do i tell you? what should i say?

hi is safe. so is hello. hey seems a little too casual, doesn't it? should i put an emoji? a heart? no, no. a smiley face. but just the normal smiley face, not the one with closed eyes and everything. or maybe i should use that instead?

but /then what/?

i guess i could ask you how your day went. that sounds well enough. i can ask you about the weather. no, ******, it's always hot. nothing interesting there. i'll just branch out after you tell me what you've done today, where you've gone. oh, you went to the movies? that's great. last movie i watched was Captain America: Civil War. are you team cap or team iron man? peachy. just peachy. perfect. i've got this. i am s--

*******, you're online. why are you online? the green circle is just staring at me and oh my god, you're typing, you're typing in to our chat box. oh my god. i liked it better when you were inactive. when you were offline. now i just wait, maybe pretend i wasn't this loser waiting for you to talk to me, this loser who had you on my mind, this loser overthinking what i should say to y--

You (12:39 PM)
Hey. I was just thinking about you. :)

You already are perfect,
So I think you mean different.
And even if you were different?
I would still love you.
My heart does not forget so easily.
You're not clingy,
You're caring, kind, and loving.
Okay, maybe a little,
But I love that about you.
It shows me I matter,
And God knows I'm clingy too.
To summarize,
Yes.
I would still want you.

Up on a pedestal
That's where you sit
I'll love you forever
To that I'll commit

You are my world
You are my life
I am so proud
To call you my wife

Over the years
Many things we did face
Right by your side
That is my place

I'll always love you
No one else would do
Until the end of time
I'll always be true

Coffee will be your life
Everyday at college you'll pray not to stab your professor with a knife.
You hope to find a nice guy
When it fails, you won't wanna try
But he will come along.
You might have the voice for song
You'll probably have a cat
However he's probably dead
We don't know where he's at.

She does her little dance
in the mornings before sunlight
I watched from up in the loft and smile
She never knows, I am out of sight.

There's this thing called love
She embodies that in her being
Always thoughtful, always loving
Always giving, always yielding

I silently wait for the locks to turn
Upon which she enters the place called home
Weary and drained out of her senses
Not like the life she once loved and owned

When she lays to down at night
That glaze of her eyes before she sleeps
Her sweet scent lingers on and on
The rousing and restlessness that she keeps

The way her face glows when she smiles
The way she sounds as she comes alive
Her laugh as I pulled her close to me
The way she walks, but her heart I failed to keep

I used to call her in my worst nights.
And she would come, said she had a cure.
The cure of sorrow, she claimed.

I’d always laughed over it, still she did it anyway.
“Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”
Though it was silly, still I did it anyway;
I hold out my hand.

She’d grab my hand and say these,
In the tune that flows like a lullaby;

It is not a crime to welcome a hand,
To receive one’s help.
And it is not a sin to hold out your hand,
To ask for one’s help.

And every single time I would fall asleep,
Into a deep sleep with no dream,
For my dream was so close,
So close I could feel it between my fingers.

You ignite a fire in my blood that nothing can quell,
for such a perfect angel, you're sure a lot like hell.
And alright I'll admit it, yes to you I lied,
but any hope of a future, well that's surely died.
So go right on and hate me, I'd hate me as well,
but I could never hate you back, if only you could tell.