one day there will be someone
who knows how you run your hands through your hair
how you play with your fingers when you're nervous
and the clothes that you wear

they'll know the color of your eyes
and how it makes them feel
they'll know which parts of you are for show
and the ones that are real

they'll memorize the books that you read
because they'll read them too
they best part is they don't know you know
and the worst is that neither do you

you'll know how they sing
how bad or how good
you'll know what makes them cry
and the things that should

you'll know how they write their words
and how your name sounds on their lips
loving every syllable
but that you'll never admit

you'll know what they love
but not that it's you
but neither will say anything
until your loving is through

and you still know how they cuddle
but not the hugs that they give
they'll know you like pineapple on your pizza
but not how you live

your relationship will become nothing but facts
you'll wonder what happened now
and you'll spend every day wishing
but there are some things you aren't meant to know