crush me

it is a rare pink thing to lay it out in front of people everywhere and say here, look at this. and i wont name names, i never do, but say that it is strange to see your face everyday. you dont know, you wont see this, but you remind me of someone i used to know. hardly knew... but the picture is with me. a younger version, much younger, and prettier i think. if i only knew you but... theres no real way. we have never spoken, likely never will, but i still have strange notions that... it would be easy. or i would just like it to be. and of course my options arent limited, only to myself, i make it difficult. but intriguing you are, walking past, so present, so real. so warm from this worried perspective. i dont expect you to understand, i dont expect anyone to understand but i do. someday you will return a glance and frighten me to the core and it will be beautiful. it always comes to mind, that what i really need isnt what i want, that i need a lover i dont have to love. the enigma in a girl that would mean nothing but everything in relative terms. its all in who you ask. i want a lover i dont have to speak to, wont have to struggle to understand, a simple hand to hold and a passing glance in verse.

like a new disease
shes still too young