How can you cause such confusion in me
I mean this situation isn't unique
But then again maybe it is
What I mean is that it's not odd
For me to fall
With the gentle push
Of the possibility of hidden intentions
For me to read into a simple sentence
As if it was a grand romantic epic
Highlighting the points at which your voice rises and falls
And how that illustrates your undoubtable interest in me
That is enough to send my mind into motion
Writing the novel of our lives together
But I end up pleading for the lines on the page to come to life
And play out in front of my eyes
Yet they never do
And I realize I never really wanted them to
But here is the oddity with you
My mind is quiet
As if anticipating the first sentence of a beautiful story
Its not filling the spaces with fiction
To satisfy the hungers of my heart
It is waiting in contentment for the wonder
Of what it knows is to come
So now I will wait
Wait for the door to open
Wait for that first sentence to start
For the racing of my tiring heart
This is why I am so confused
That all of this odd waiting is for you