Messy

 Am i bored or am i messy?

am i too past the times of giddy romance,

or am i hallucinating fantasies?

why can't i stop thinking about you?

when i see the blue sky i see your eyes looking back at me.

what do you see? do you look at everyone so intently,

or do we actually have some chemistry?

i see you pouting while in deep thought and my mind races to imagine how soft your lips are.

your hands move when you talk and like i cat i follow them, smiling on the inside as i daydream of holding hands.

i KNOW i should not think of you this way. right? it's been too many years and too much time for this.

and yet....

am i bored or am i messy? nah.

i think i'm in love.