Yesterday I wondered why
I think about the same girl
All the time.
I've said it,
I've wrote it,
I should know by now,
That these thoughts should be over.
I keep hoping
For something
So grand,
We can't have.
Not anything like I would've thought of
Two weeks before
I just want a hand on the doorknob
So I can open our door
A little more.
I want to fall with you,
Not for you.
I want to fly with you,
Not for you,
But for me.
How selfish I can be.
I want something
I know we can have
If we just try enough.
But we've gone through this before-
I'm pretty sure-
It'll just feel awkward.
I want to laugh with you,
I want to cry with you.
But you have the others
And I have a few, too.
Let me clear one thing up, though,
'Cause I'm pretty sure,
This is not a love poem,
But it would've been.
If I wrote this two weeks ago.
