4 am, everyone asleep,
i am the only one awake.
not able to stop this train of thoughts,
about him and me,
me and him,
us.

he has no idea what he can do.
being with him feels like,
magic running through my veins.
my name sounds like a poem,
when he says it out loud.
while hearing his name,
is making me smile like crazy.

he makes me feel so much,
although he doesn't have a clue.
i'd be his if he asked,
while knowing he never will.

the thoughts of him and me stay,
but there will never be an 'us'.