it's 3 am and i'm thinking of how i'm going to
fall deeper in the depths of your voice
the next time i see you.
every syllable that comes out of your mouth
digs its way into my heart,
filling it with more images of you.
when you play the guitar,
i wish i were that instrument
so you'd have your hands all over me.
i watch you without a word,
silently wishing that you'd tilt your head up once
so you could see how i look at you;
mesmerized, my gaze fixated on
your dark brown eyes and long fingers.
i know you'll never see me more than a girl willing to ****,
but little do you know i've never done it before.
i try to see you as just another ***** teenage boy that i know but
i lose myself whenever we talk,
enjoying the way my breath is running out from my chest from drowning in your voice,
your eyes,
and your smile.
i tell myself it doesn't mean anything when we kiss
but hope that it does to you,
even just a little bit.
a small part of me is hoping.