There's Just One Life To Live

I wish I could explain how it feels.
To think about you.
To see you.
To be around you.
I wish you knew how I smile when I think about you or talk about you.

Knowing that I'm 'allowed' to do all those things I tried not to think about.
Tell you you're beautiful.
Play with your hair.
Hold your hand in mine.
Put my arms around you just to make sure everyone knows.
Kiss you.

But oh, no.
I'm on idiot.

The school dance is coming up in a year.
I told my friend I'm not sure if I wanna dance with a girl.
Even tough my mum did.
I don't care what people think of me.
But I like to keep things like this to myself.
Kind of.


Your hair.
Your smile.
Your excitement.
Your attitude towards life.
Your fucking perfectness.

The way you get along with everyone.
The way you are passionate about things I don't understand.
The way you put up with me every day.
The way you tell me things and probably think I don't care.
But I do.