Perhaps it's my fault. I have a lovely habit of looking at you and picturing our future together.

How simple it seems to me but complicated to you.

What is gender anyway?

If you just gave me a chance...

I think you're beautiful, and lately I've only said that to the moon.

I'd love you to the moon, but maybe not back, because being alone with you on the moon sounds great.

You make me say things that don't make sense. I'm stupid.

You're out of my league and in my mind at the same time.

You have me thinking your jackets were made for you and not me.

I look at you and forget I'm broken.

If you stay in my life I guess it's okay if we stay friends.

Your voice is like those songs they don't play on the radio.

Your eyes are like the words I can't think of when I need them.

The possibility of an us is like the dream you forgot you had, or maybe never had...

Or maybe you woke up and never thought about it again.

But I haven't stopped thinking about it.