I told myself, it’s nothing big,
Just a glance, a smile, no need to dig.
But days went by, and still you stay,
In thoughts I can’t quite push away.

Not love, not deep, just quiet hush,
Still… it lingers, this little crush.

You don’t know,
but I orbit you.
Like a quiet moon
around a star
that never looks up.

Just close enough
to feel your light,
but too far
to ever talk.

I am incapable of writing
So don't try to convince me that  
I possess countless poetic ideas.

Because at the end of the day,  
I see only failures in every attempt.  
And I'm not about to lie by saying that  
each setback helps me along.

Because no matter what,  
                        I feel trapped in a cycle of mediocrity.                        
And I am in no position to believe that  
true inspiration dwells within me.

For even in my darkest musings,  
Am I as uninspired as my doubts proclaim?