I want you.
You don't want me.
Let's get together and sit in a room and I'll be really awkward around you all the time because whenever I look at you I notice some new beautiful feature.
Some laugh line or that the curvature of your right ear is at a higher degree than the curvature of your left ear.
Or that when you smile I can't help but smile because, well look at you.
And I feel that you just look right through me.
I may be many things,
Crazy, for falling for you.
Stupid, for the same reason.
But the one thing I'm not is invisible.
I'm worth looking at.
Even if it's just for a second.