Written by Recently, I had a dream where she kissed me on my cheek.
Euphoric pain and sweet serenity!
I think she would be happy to know how innocent my dreams about her are.
Considering, how I can be.
I think she’s more than pretty, if you know what I mean.
It’s more than any typical romantic pull,
when it breeches to the front of my thoughts
the raw lust is frankly concerning
it would be like waves crashing on a beach
or the synchronous breathing of leaves on young trees
during a monsoon season.
I think we would do such cool things together, sometimes I wish I was a girl
So, I could just know her in any way.
I hope she’s aware of the beauty she exudes, like I need to tell her always.
Like, it’s a nice thing she’s doing for the world by existing and breathing anything.
She’s so nice to look at, I almost hate it, that I can’t do it all the time
and it wouldn’t bother me at all if she could read my mind.
I wish I could see you.
Am I crazy to think you want me to?
Let me buy you a martini or something;
I want to pay for your hair and pedicures too.
Not just through a screen, I want to hear your voice
And feel cold taps on my neck when you kiss me.
I keep waking up at 3:00AM exactly and telling myself that you hate me; you love me.
This is witchcraft and I’ve done it, it’s all over.
I tried to harness the power of the moon to pull a shooting star;
Now I’m being tortured.
Have you noticed our love language isn’t constrained by earthly dimensions?
I think you did, you don’t find that strange?
You like books, I like paintings,
You paint and I write books
You could use a needle to paint my face
I could write a novel for you if you let me pick your brain.
I see so many nick knacks when I go antiquing
I’m only there to distract myself in the first place,
when I see a cool sweater or a pair of shoes, I wonder what size you are, it’s frustrating.
I think I know but, I’m scared to buy them because what if you don’t want it.
That would suck.
I wish you were with me.
I’m a renaissance man.
I wanna take you to the fair
What are we waiting for?
He’ll get over it, I can’t,
I don’t see a ring on that finger
Let me just take pictures of your hands.
I won’t be weird.
Maybe one day I can touch your feet, and that could be weird.
I’m not kidding either. I’m trying to hide my pain, it’s immense.
I’m like, more serious about this than I’ve ever been about anything,
you don’t even know this me, girl.
I’ve got goals, and only one is important.
I wanna take you on a magic carpet ride;
You could be like Frankestein’s Bride.