I don't like to write about you,
And wear my heart out on my sleeve.
Because no matter how I want you,
It never could be.

I've never been yours.
And yet I feel I have.

I don't like to get my hopes up,
I don't like to be that girl.
Who is blinded by her hope and lost within her heart.

But you make me want more.
You won't let me settle.
And I ignore it for the most part.
Until I can't.

You create a storm in the smallest of words.
You change my whole mood with one look.

And even when I wonder,
If the chase is what you're after,
I find it doesn't matter either way.

There's something wild about not knowing.