Sunbeams,
Kisses to my day dreams.
After thoughts on Romanticism.
Days passed,
Days I've wished had stayed present.
Sleeping eyes that open,
Smelling dew drops on a light breeze
Of that of a new morning,
And soon to come fresh rain,
Ready to be danced in.

My therapist asked me
If I like you because I like you
Or because you like me
Ironically enough
I knew I liked you
Before we even talked about it
And now as I lay in my bed
I'm daydreaming about blanket forts
And Disney movies
And cuddling in the warmth of our fortress
Although I never know when I'll see you next
I'm always looking forward to it

i think about you a lot
much more than you(‘ll ever) know
when i pass you in the hallways and
when i get home at the end of the day and
right before my eyes close at night
mostly i think happy, hopeful thoughts about what we could be
but then when i snap back to life
from my wonderful daydreams of you and the ocean blue in front of us
i remember that you don’t think of me at all
and i’m just that girl in your math class
your thoughts and longing belong to someone else
i may as well be invisible to you.

ouch.

I clasped his hands
Burning roses struck my heart
─hot blood invading my veins
I laid in his smile
It was an art
We blinked rhythmically together
Once, twice, thrice, and then
─it rains
The sun left, the clouds came
His hands suddenly disappeared from mine
He was shrinking, shrinking, shrinking
But then I realized
─it was just me waking