when will this longing go away
these unwanted thoughts shall seize to play
in my head, all day long
like a tune on loop, an earworm i can't sing along
for you're not simply out of my league, you're a whole another multiverse
spread to infinite horizons, to my very existence- a curse
that has me bowing to you, making me daydream
of a future of us together, bathing under the sun's beam
maybe one day you'll see me in that light too
maybe i won't simply be a boring, uninteresting view
maybe i too will be able to pique at your brain
maybe there'll be a time when i'll make the blood in your veins
pump at a speed that make your heart pound so hard
those three dancing dots and then radio silence will feel like swallowing shards
oh my, a muse too immune to my writings, a clueless cue
that this should be the last poem i write for you