in my mind i touch you and it’s magic.
you are nothing short of a work
of art.

but in reality,
i glance at you from the corner
of my tired eyes,
i don’t know if you know
when i look at you like this,
but i kind of hope you do,
because it would be easier
for you to find out that way
than for me to tell you
with worn-out words
how i (think) i (might) feel
and how i should(n’t) feel
this way.

years will come and go
and i will wait here,
in the place where logic
runs headfirst into
the ocean called love
and drowns.