I've seen you,
Held you,
Hugged you.

It's a bad habit of mine,
But I chose you.
I gave you gifts even if you didn't want to.
I made you smile on days painted in shades of blue.

Loving you feels wrong,
Like a passionate, off-note song.
You bring me joy despite the sorrow;
I'll cherish this moment—every second I borrow.

Loving you from afar is my heart's content,
But most days, the chance of us I lament.
I distance my emotions from this complicated chemistry;
I enjoy the hugs—for me, it's victory.