I get the feeling
Even though I know that I shouldn't
Even through every note you play
Every word you say
That maybe you like me back?

Perhaps it wasn't just his right eye that was blind,
Perhaps it was his,
Moral compass,
And his heart, a little, too.

I'm not sure why exactly that,
I thought things would end different for us,
You with your silver wings,
And me, here on the ground.
But that's exactly what I thought:
"Things will be different for us,"
God, how could I be such a fool?

You were everything I thought you would be,
And I think that's why this hurts so badly.

You said we couldn't talk anymore,
So you helped our lips do other things,
And your hands joined in quickly
Until the knock came at the door
And with silence and a hug, we parted,
Maybe forever.

I flew to Denver,
With my heart on my sleeve,
Unsure of what awaited.
But little did I know,
You were  an avid fisherman,
And I was already baited.

Its been eight months and three days since i last saw your face.

I've been dreaming about this day since then.

I felt something in the pit of my stomach, bubbling to the surface, similar to butterflies. Im not quite sure. It felt more like my organs decided to burst at that very moment. And my lungs caved in, as if somehow in that two seconds of blindly staring, I was brought out to sea.

And you walked right through the front door.

My expression was dull, and blank. But inside it was a hurricane, rain storming from my eyes, blood tsunamis flooding my insides, my thoughts twisted and turned until they formed tornados, my finger tips charged with electricity, my heart was thunder pounding harder with each beat until it was ready to explode.

But my face was slack, completely untouched.

You lifted your head, the way you sometimes do, as if to say hello.

I was completely numb.

Its been eight months and three days since i last saw your face.

He wore blue today
I wonder if it's his favorite color
Maybe he likes my (blue) hair
Maybe he likes me

You and Me,
We could fit perhaps,
If you tried and cared,
And I didn't care too much.
But of course you won't try or care,
And I will spend my nights pining over someone
Who isn't even mine,
And we will do this tango,
Of similar thoughts for each other,
Without ever acting upon them.