I remember the day we first spoke

The day I first saw you online

The day you was depressed and we spoke all night

The day I made you smile

The day we first met

I Admired you... I've never stopped since.

I know it's selfish and horrible to think, but I wish you felt the same. Not only for my lustful thoughts. Not only because I know I would treat you better than most. But because we would both be happy still... Well Atleast in my dreams we are.

When I risk a thought of you, all I can see is:

A heart of warmth

The lips containing the key to seduction

A smile holding the recipe to happiness

Fingers extracting the magic of kindness

A brain imagining the unimaginable

The effect of one person can seem so little on the outside to you

But could be all they've got on the inside

I couldn't remember the last minute gone by where I haven't thought of you

Not a night where I haven't cried from my eyes all the way through

A dream, colourfully torn. full of deceiving images of our love, of what it could have been

This is not a memory of us, this is just what I've seen

Some say 'need' is a strong word, compared to 'want'

But you see people don't understand what I feel towards her.
No one knows the butterflies in my stomach when I talk to her.

I'm a coward.

I'm scared I'll push her away, or let her go.
So I don't tell her how I feel, so no one knows.

There's only so many words to express this love. But I know deep down I don't 'want' her, which is terrifying.

Because I then realise I 'need' her