Keep myself away, for I never change.
Still I prematurely fall in love with
the one whose life I'm unable to grasp.
A word and smile behind this blank mask
that you wear so proudly, so very well.

Still I imagine "what if" and "will you..."
Non-existence, nothing but a fantasy
Even this poem has no rhyme nor reason
But I merely want you to feel about me
The way this poem makes me feel about
You.