I've seen your work on social media,
Who would've thought technology would lead me to you?
I only glanced at you,
once or twice,
not realizing you were by my side,
Didn't even bother to talk to you...
Until months later.
I saw your post on Twitter about something you wrote,
Thought it would be a great conversation starter,
But then, the conversation ended.
Didn't know what else to say.
Haven't felt a crush like this in ages.
Wouldn't let another soul touch my emotions,
cause I never thought it was worth it.
But, when I saw you in person,
I couldn't help but see how beautiful you were.
Are.
With your jet black hair and artistic soul.
The way you look in the beaming light,
you look majestic as always.
Oh my damn.
I didn't want to admire another human being like this.
Not again.
Have I not learned my lesson by now?
Or am I addicted to the possibility of love?
Last time I did, I was broken hearted.
I have no luck in love,
hoping to search though.
Not that I care, I'll still focus on my own but,
when people try to speak to me, in the back of my mind.
Is a photo of you.
The questions,
"What would happen if I told you?
Would you stop talking to me?"
or,
"I'm not that interested, but thanks anyways."
Too many possibilities of having another broken heart.
As I lay here, with a shaken soul,
a shaken body and a shaken mind.
Nothing inside of me is confident all over again.
No matter how hard I try.
I wonder why we all let people ruin our minds.
When we want to be alive,
not to be eaten alive by our feelings.
Also, "trust no one,"
That's a line I've heard a thousand times.
It's true.
Let those you know in, and filter those who seem sketchy.
I wouldn't mind letting you in if you let me in.
I wonder what goes through your mind.
On one hand, I tend to move fast.
Like a tiger trying to catch what they want.
Bad metaphor, but whatever.
My friends say I should ask you out for coffee.
I find coffee dates too bland for me.
I would rather do something we are both interested in,
like photography.
I might not be as great as you, but if I get to hang with you,
That's the best gift I can receive.
Lots of questions I could ask but,
I'm afraid of a lot.
You won't be interested,
or you're seeing someone else.
Too many possibilities,
my anxiety is going up just thinking about it.
I may not know you yet, but I would love to.
I wonder if i'll be so mesmerized by your beauty,
that I forget to speak.
I don't want to look like a fool,
Oh who am I kidding?
I'll most likely look like a fool,
but know that I'm willing to be a fool for you.