As we sit alone drinking wine that was meant for two.
I am reminded again that I'm an idiot.

Honestly given my track record you probably knew
that I can’t be trusted when it comes to my heart, period.

I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t mind getting a sleeve wet,
who would blacken eyes, and ****** knuckles for a smile.

I would stay up all night without a single regret.
Heck for her I look forward to the extra mile.

Yet when it comes time to actually ask her out
I choose not to, so we both sit bored on the weekend.

Another day wasted since I won’t ask for a hangout.
To be honest this pattern is becoming a trend.

She deserves more than what ifs. The chance to answer yes
instead of dealing with my mentally assumed no.

Standing still, staring intently.

You arm placed firmly, watching the screen as everything appeared, and disappeared. Oh so suddenly.

Focused, the most perfect way to describe you in that moment.

And yet somehow,  you manged to smile despite how fierce your stare became at the monitor.

Your hair was brushed, for once. Your clothes were baggy, typical.

Your head turned a bit to look over at me, standing across the room.

You smiled. You made a stupid face, that's how we communicate.

And that's when time froze.

And that's when I noticed everything I assumed was corrected.

For I had only thought, and guessed. But everything then became clear.

I'm in love with you.