you’re sitting by the window
sunlight tracing all your lines
i watch you draw in shadows
wishing i could draw your mind
you talk about your weekend
i pretend I don’t stare
but god, the way you tuck your hair back
feels painfully unfair
because you a quiet type of pretty
like a thought i shouldn’t say
and im a mess with all these feelings
trying not to give myself away
maybe you won’t notice
how your name sits on my tongue
but i would let you ruin me slowly
if it meant you were the one