Ii'm a person that believes
that someday you will leave.
And that your smile will be the death of me,
for i know that we can never be.
My heart shouts your name
but if we change we'll never be the same.
Again, here we are.
I see you as nothing but a scar
from what we could've been.
Your hand lifting up my chin,
leaning in for something
that would get my adrenaline pumping.
But no, that'll never happen.
Your arms, i'll never be wrapped in.
You wouldn't show up at my door,
telling me you're wanting us to be more
than friends.

Your eyes told me secrets,
they would keep me sleepless.
It was a stare or a glance
that made me think I had a chance.
Besides, i was probably just another girl.
One of thousands in your world
that is also hoping to call you mine.
And here I am, waiting for something like a sign,
so that I would know when it is my time.
My time for you to love me, your time to rhyme,
your time to be head over heels for me
like how I am now for you, but you don't see.
When it is our time to be together,
I know you would hold me in the cold weather.

But I need to stop with all this thinking
before my heart ends up sinking.
All these what if's and could have beens
is where all the pain really begins.
Because it's you that keeps me overthinking,
and my imagination that keeps me hoping
for something that is way beyond my reach.
And it is you, within each.
I need to stop hoping
and maybe then I'd stop groaning
over a loss that wasn't completely mine.
Soon I'll be laughing and I'll be fine.
But for now, I'll still be desiring.
As long as you're still inspiring.
But I know for sure there's nothing for us.
And for this topic, there's no more to discuss.