You tell me that you ain't ****,
You tell me you're not my type.
Well, only one of those statements
Happens to be right.

However, that's what makes me so confused
It ain't that you ain't ****
It's that you're not my type
Yet I still love you.

You say you love me like a brother
And that's fine.
Just know
That love is not entirely the same as mine.

I'm not propositioning.
That's not my intention.
I just feel that there's something we're both missing... Could help each other with,
And perhaps we once met in another dimension.

Sorry, not sorry for my feelings
They can be hard to control
"Why hide who I am?"
That's something I was recently told.

And maybe your afraid of losing,
Ruining what we have right now.
I get it. I'm ready for risk.
Possibly you're not right now.

I have a sneaking, creeping suspicion
We've meet at an interesting intersection of each other's lives.
No coincidence. Listen to life's mission,
Use your soul. Don't see with your eyes.

I've felt many things,
Interpreted there meaning.
They come and go,
Yet not this wonderful, lovely, strange feeling.