She said "If we're being real"

I thought "If that's the case then let's cut to the chase,
When I took a look past your book and at your face I realized I've been running in place for two years straight, I began imagining how your lips taste and a life graced by your embrace,

My mind became a fain subject to your ordain, and for a moment my loneliness was slain, my heart's unrest began to wane, my body wanted to approach and my mind couldn't refrain but you're out of my league so I could run this lane and strain to chase your shadow all day and never gain terrain,

I'm sick of your profile picture's capacity to enthrall and make my heart stall, I share posts while thinking of you, oddly you manage to like them all, I end up in my head pushing for a slow crawl, searching the floors of my mind for a lull in the words that rise and fall, words and thoughts that intensify my psyche's appall, I've been in there for weeks at a time trying to scream over the walls, sadly they're too tall for friends and family to hear my call,

And god how I want to blame you for my loneliness, for ignoring my request to visit my mind as a guest, why you refused is anyone's guess, yet this question keeps me from getting any rest, but deep down I know I wouldn't be good enough even at my best"

Of course, I'd never have the courage to speak this much in front of her.