I like the way you dress differently than everyone else in this place.
It draws my eye in.
And I like the way you play the guitar, and sing old rock songs spontaneously in that deep voice.
I could hear you if you whispered from the bottom of the ocean
I wish you would stretch out every syllable when you said my name.
Because I never want it to end.
When you look near me, my lungs fill with air and my heart expands in an instant.
I know you can see me blush, but you never say anything of it.
You’d think, after all of these things, I would love you.
That I would want to kiss you endlessly.
But the truth is, I do not.
You are no different from anyone else in this room.
We do not fit together, our lives separated by a deep river of false expectations and fleeting facades.
We are not similar, and do not belong with one another.
But that does not mean
That I will stop pining for what I think you are
And what I believe you represent.
I never will.
I always will.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
I like the way you dress differently than everyone else in this place.
It draws my eye in.
And I like the way you play the guitar, and sing old rock songs spontaneously in that deep voice.
I could hear you if you whispered from the bottom of the ocean
I wish you would stretch out every syllable when you said my name.
Because I never want it to end.
When you look near me, my lungs fill with air and my heart expands in an instant.
I know you can see me blush, but you never say anything of it.
You’d think, after all of these things, I would love you.
That I would want to kiss you endlessly.
But the truth is, I do not.
You are no different from anyone else in this room.
We do not fit together, our lives separated by a deep river of false expectations and fleeting facades.
We are not similar, and do not belong with one another.
But that does not mean
That I will stop pining for what I think you are
And what I believe you represent.
I never will.
I always will.
Dedicated to you, my sweet disappointment.
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