It's 2:46
Correction, 2:47
And yet the only thing
On my mind
Is that crooked smile of yours
And those glassy eyes
And your ******* ability to take over all my thoughts
For hours at a time
Or more likely, you never left my mind
You are never alone
You are always with me
In my heart
On my mind
Dear God, you are running through my veins
But I know
I know I am not the type of person anyone falls in love with
And I know people like me do not have happy endings, with people like you
And I know this world could be an optical illusion and we could all be figments of a wicked authors imagination who made me feel like I had a chance of happiness
And maybe God is as real as the next notion that rolls along
But I know this that I feel for you is real and it is more real than anything I've felt in all my years of being stone cold numb
And going back, maybe we were all created in a large boom in the clouds
But as long as I am under the same sky as the person who taught me how to spell 'love'  with the idea of real, I will always be open to any theories about how the moon waits for the sun, and how the wolf howls as it sees two star-crossed lovers;longing.
Long is what I would wait for. But it hurts. But darling, I want you to be happy.
Even if it means that your happiness isn't from a large boom in the clouds I made for you.