I guess I’m always going to have to 
Pretend that my heart doesn’t sing
Every time it sees you and
Registers your eyes, your smile, your dimples
I’ll numb all of that heart-thumping joy
And pretend again that you’re just a friend.
Just a little more than a friend. 

I guess I’m always going to dismiss your sweet words
And just force myself look the other way, the “right" way,
Away from your eyes, your smile, your dimples
But I’m always going to put one hand behind my back
Just in case one day, you’d hold it and then
You’d hold me and somehow, just somehow,
We’d be imperfectly perfect together.