Realistically you don't exist
just a figment of my imagination
Its perfection that I see that makes me doubt reality

The fact that you are what I want plus one and two and three and more
I see you rarely often but that's enough at best

Your presence
when I look beyond the rest of the constant pictures of you or thoughts of yours
that cross my path
distracting me from learning better things like math

But in my days I long to see you
rather than just be a distant memory in my mind
so that you are the one that notices me walk by
and question me the day you don't cross my eye

But you are perfection not reachable by me
crossing my mind know is what I am forever destined to see
without your company.