When you like someone everything changes, doesn't it?
It's as if the rules don't apply.
Your turn offs fade away and you don't quite understand why.
You start to notice the little things,
Like the way they their eyes squint when they smile.
Or how their hair is always a mess,
Or how beautiful their awkward laugh is.
You see the best in them when everyone else sees the worst.
You look at them with that lust, a desire,
A beating in your heart screaming kiss me.
But until that happens all you can think about is how they're going to taste on your lips,
How your sheets are going to smell once they've left,
And how your heart is gonna skip a beat every time he says your name.
Some would call it an infatuation,
I'd just call it a crush.

You are the king of a place called my heart.
You plant blossoms in the courtyard of thoughts.
Besotted by wine, besotted by me.
Bounded yourself in captivity.

I had trouble understanding who you were.
I've been distracted by the way you smile every time you look at me
and the way your hands would slide up and down my body whenever our kisses got intense.
I wanted to crawl into your skin to feel the brokenness that lied within or rip my way into your mind to see all the things you've kept inside,
but every time I tried,
the thorns guarding your heart wouldn't let me enter.
I started to bang on the door, screaming "Let me in!" "Let me in!" But there was nothing but an echo.
I looked down at my hands and saw the marks and bruises from my failed attempt.
You told me that you wanted me long before, so here I am.
I'm standing alone under the stars where you told me to meet you.
So tell me your highness,
where are you?