Is it wrong that I want to call you mine?

Is it wrong that when you talk about her, I want you to talk about me instead?

I know what you’re all thinking

That this is just another silly little love poem

Designed to make people fall asleep as this tale was already told thousands of times before.

I know because I was just like you.

Falling asleep as soon as the girl started talking about ‘the one’

But this is different

Because I know you’re not the one.

And this isn’t silly.

Not to me.

I can’t say that I think about you all the time

Because I don’t.

Life is too hectic for that.

But little things will remind me of you.

Little, everyday things.

So in a way

I guess I do think about you a lot.

I think about hugging you

And being wrapped in a warm embrace, never wanting to escape into the cold air.

I think about you watching every theatrical performance I’m in

And cringing every time someone breaks into song because you hate musicals, 

But you come anyways

I think about you coming to my games, cheering me on

Then asking you to not come next time because you make me so nervous that I mess up

But you still come anyways.

I think about holding your hand

And you know people will talk but you choose not to care.

I think about coming to your games

Wearing your number on my cheek with so much pride that I pin my hair behind my ears so all can see it.

I think about driving around with you

Doing absolutely nothing

But never wanting to leave each other’s company so we just pretend like our destination is real.

I think about calling you

And staying on the phone for hours

First talking about this hellish, heinous world full of awful people

Then talking about absolutely nothing but we stay on the phone anyways because we can’t stand not hearing the other

But our worlds will never collide.

You would get too bored in my world

And I wouldn’t even know how to breath in yours.

I’ve tried

And I’ve failed.

I don't see a long term future for us.

Perhaps even after high school I will never see you again.

Your face never popping up in my head until I go through the list of unimportant people in my contacts.

How odd it is that someone so special to you at one point in time can just become another face of nothingness and blends right in with the crowd.

I’ve never seen us getting married 

Or having kids

Or even going to the same college.

Our plans for ourselves are too big for that. 

So I know that this will never become a long term thing.

But is it wrong that I want it to still happen?

I know our worlds will drive us apart,

But is it wrong that I want to try anyways?

I know that our futures have nothing to do with the other,

So why do I still want our nows to combine like a perfectly placed ribbon on top of a Christmas present?

You’ll never hear this.

Or even if you do, you’ll never know it’s about you.

Or even if you do, 

I’ll always say it’s not true.

Why?

Because deep down

I’ll always know

That our worlds will never collide.

Is it wrong that I want to call you mine?

Is it wrong that when you talk about her, I want you to talk about me instead?

I know what you’re all thinking

That this is just another silly little love poem

Designed to make people fall asleep as this tale was already told thousands of times before.

I know because I was just like you.

Falling asleep as soon as the girl started talking about ‘the one’

But this is different

Because I know you’re not the one.

And this isn’t silly.

Not to me.

I can’t say that I think about you all the time

Because I don’t.

Life is too hectic for that.

But little things will remind me of you.

Little, everyday things.

So in a way

I guess I do think about you a lot.

I think about hugging you

And being wrapped in a warm embrace, never wanting to escape into the cold air.

I think about you watching every theatrical performance I’m in

And cringing every time someone breaks into song because you hate musicals, 

But you come anyways

I think about you coming to my games, cheering me on

Then asking you to not come next time because you make me so nervous that I mess up

But you still come anyways.

I think about holding your hand

And you know people will talk but you choose not to care.

I think about coming to your games

Wearing your number on my cheek with so much pride that I pin my hair behind my ears so all can see it.

I think about driving around with you

Doing absolutely nothing

But never wanting to leave each other’s company so we just pretend like our destination is real.

I think about calling you

And staying on the phone for hours

First talking about this hellish, heinous world full of awful people

Then talking about absolutely nothing but we stay on the phone anyways because we can’t stand not hearing the other

But our worlds will never collide.

You would get too bored in my world

And I wouldn’t even know how to breath in yours.

I’ve tried

And I’ve failed.

I don't see a long term future for us.

Perhaps even after high school I will never see you again.

Your face never popping up in my head until I go through the list of unimportant people in my contacts.

How odd it is that someone so special to you at one point in time can just become another face of nothingness and blends right in with the crowd.

I’ve never seen us getting married 

Or having kids

Or even going to the same college.

Our plans for ourselves are too big for that. 

So I know that this will never become a long term thing.

But is it wrong that I want it to still happen?

I know our worlds will drive us apart,

But is it wrong that I want to try anyways?

I know that our futures have nothing to do with the other,

So why do I still want our nows to combine like a perfectly placed ribbon on top of a Christmas present?

You’ll never hear this.

Or even if you do, you’ll never know it’s about you.

Or even if you do, 

I’ll always say it’s not true.

Why?

Because deep down

I’ll always know

That our worlds will never collide.