you don't even know this but i long for your touch. to feel the top of your fingers brush against my cheek as you look down at me adoringly.
"i like you, but i know you don't know it. i like you so much , i talk to everyone but you."
i spend an hour or more in your vicinity at least three times a month. twice this week already. i feel you stare at me when i light my cigarette and my cheeks burn. we spoke once , for hours, and i cant help but wonder if you remember my name.
youve given me a classic school girl case of "does he even know i exist"
i want to spend the night in your arms and wake up in the morning and not be surprised that your still there. i want to kiss your forehead and just underneath your eyebrow and the corner of your lips.
i smile and breathe your name.
being around you leaves me feeling empty inside afterwards.