The stars don’t define my life,
But the specs of mould on the ceiling,
I study them carefully at night,
Reading them in true light,
A sickly soul they’re revealing.

A wondering eye sees all,
And repulsion overwhelms it so
Much that one gives out a hopeless sigh.
The ceiling is too high,
To wipe Aries and Leo.

There's a pack of wolves in this mind
searching for some sign
that we're not alone:
Me, myself and I.

They tear at this cold
physical design; (companionship
might yet grant
a refrain of some kind.)

Lone wolves howling at stars
as a quantum state subtly occurs.

I am in superposition.

Dear crush

Lord knows how much I pray for you.

It is the thought of us not being able to be together that keeps me fired up.

It triggers me that you can love someone you totally do not not know

Dear crush

You do not know of my existence

But you have a room rented in my mind

I say rented because I kick you out sometimes

But you come right back and sit comfortably

You are button cute

I love coffee by the way 

So you definitely know how I feel about you

I am obsessed with your big eyes

Your beautiful smile too

Dear crush

I love the passion you have for what you do

I saw you have a dog

I am a great dog-sitter

Lastly...

Dear crush

I saw that you are a complete nerd

I am a nerd too

We can have nerd babies

Our starsigns are a match

But it is the thought

That I could possibly have someone who loves me more than I love myself

That keeps me falling for you.