I had post-its all over my desktop
that each reminded me of important things
but never could I put down your name
because let's face it, you could never be mine.

I'm a little selfish
when I think about you
with anyone else
and I have to watch my mouth
when you are mentioned by friends
oh, they don't know what I have
on my ***** mind.

A wise man once said
All that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream
which made me feel as though
love is truly ******* impossible
when it comes to you and I.

I want to crash my soul into a million pieces
like the way my heart breaks when I see you
what's the point of this useless *******
if all I do is see us on a stage of camaraderie
where everyone is oblivious to my feelings
and you won't bother with looking my way?

Oh God, please look my way!
Come here!
Hold me! Kiss me! Love me!
Lover, will you give me a sign?
It's like I have to dream
every time I want to caress your body
or say what I feel
without sounding disgusted with myself.

I'm so utterly locked in these closets
looking for answers that come close
but never quite finding them.