My therapist asked me
If I like you because I like you
Or because you like me
Ironically enough
I knew I liked you
Before we even talked about it
And now as I lay in my bed
I'm daydreaming about blanket forts
And Disney movies
And cuddling in the warmth of our fortress
Although I never know when I'll see you next
I'm always looking forward to it

i think about you a lot
much more than you(‘ll ever) know
when i pass you in the hallways and
when i get home at the end of the day and
right before my eyes close at night
mostly i think happy, hopeful thoughts about what we could be
but then when i snap back to life
from my wonderful daydreams of you and the ocean blue in front of us
i remember that you don’t think of me at all
and i’m just that girl in your math class
your thoughts and longing belong to someone else
i may as well be invisible to you.

ouch.

I clasped his hands
Burning roses struck my heart
─hot blood invading my veins
I laid in his smile
It was an art
We blinked rhythmically together
Once, twice, thrice, and then
─it rains
The sun left, the clouds came
His hands suddenly disappeared from mine
He was shrinking, shrinking, shrinking
But then I realized
─it was just me waking

Our window is an ever changing frame
Left to its own devices
It never moves from its placement in our old home
Yet never shattered once
On good days, nothing but the ticking clock is disturbed
Those days of silly arguments we forgot
The moment the ice cream man begun his serenade
On bad days grey inkblots would erase that baby blue
Forcing cabin fever down our throats
At the loss of movie night
Yet there are the nights you sit alone, lost in the races
Between short lives of the rain cloud's children
Nights where you join the portrait's current mood
Our window is an ever changing frame
Capturing each moment of our existence
Replacing your trace