Ours is not a simple love story,
I don’t think anyone’s is,
but ours is a little more bizzare than the usual,
there’s no locking of eyes for you’ve never met me,
and all our conversations are my monologues
with you looking over in 1080p,
People often mistake what we have for fondness,
but they don’t see how I get weak in my knees
everytime I see you or
how, in my dreams,
I plan for you to trip and fall into my arms, or
how listening to you speak gets my cheeks a little pink!
there’s no cuddling of fingers,
no warm hugs or drowsy confessions yet,
and more importantly
there’s no heart in me for me to give you…
but When I say I love you,
there’s more ‘e’s in there than the usual
It’s like every time you are in my thoughts
I sink in a little deeper
into a bottom less pit of high,
hoping to find my heart again
Oftentimes, I imagine us sitting on a beach,
our hands sunk into the warm sand,
the autmn sun’s slowly sinking,
and with the jazz(music) coming to it’s end,
All I want to do is smile
Smile as I found you,
someone to look at the way I want to be looked at,
for whom that stupid eager smile of mine awaits,
someone whom I want to do a million things for
and do unspoken things to
Nobody looks at you the way I do
Accha that’s not true
but maybe I don’t want anyone to
I am guilty
guilty at being an asshole who doesn’t objectify you,
But I promise you,
that when the hot girl walks in,
my eyes are still gonna be on you,
I will be here constanly,
imaging you tripping over me, on a loop!
And if I ever find my heart again,
I want to lose it once more,
but this time with you,
Rabia, the girl in my thoughts and in my dreams <3