It seemed like
You were laying a trap
When you said to me
"Do you want something more?"

Are these emotions real
or am I just
latching on

I've gotten myself
Entangled
in a fine mess
of **you

I want you to stop
Making me fall so hard for you
At the same time,
I don't want you to stop.

A penny for my thoughts,
My thoughts of you,
I drown myself in dreams,
These dreams of you.

Forget the rehearsed lines,
so sick and tired of the same old thing.
Go ahead, say your goodbye,
I am done with your selfish pleas.

They say nothing good ever happens after 2:AM,
Yet somehow, I found comfort in our late night conversations.

When your mysterious icy blue eyes
breaks into a smile.

I asked myself
"what is it?"

It was only a smile.

You can
be
my
*language.