am i making something out of nothing?
there are so many of them,
and they are all so beautiful.

there is the girl who i was smitten with for one night,
who can not be mine.
but she was pretty.

another, who shows me her voice,
one worthy of angels
-my greatest mystery.

yet, there is another,
she was likes them the way i do,
but she isn’t the one.

and i barely know her -lovely number four,
but what does a meaningful look, a hand on the shoulder,
you should stay, mean?

and you, angel girl
do you plan on this one day,
when you boldly told me that we’d live when we were in school together?

number four, do you even like girls?
the people i’m with when i’m with you,
they sure wouldn’t like the idea that i like girls. you?

what does getting to know you mean?
what does it mean when you seek me out in conversation?
what does it mean when i look so hard for someone to fall for?

does it mean me wonder why you don’t text so often
-is it not a thing you do?
or perhaps do you love to show me this when you can see my face?

i’m talking to you number two.
just saying.
by the way, we could watch these films together, they’re cute.

as you say, you’re not looking for something,
but you’ll let whatever happens happen.
what if i happened. hypothetically?