I like the way,

how when I see you, my stomach drops

and my breath is blown away

and how my legs seem to always come to sudden stops.

I like how you look almost asleep,

walking through school, even on the days that are the brightest.

I'm mailing my heart your way, I hope it's something you decide to keep.

But for now, my behavior will stay at it's best.

I like how you don't know who I am.

I'm someone you've never said a word to.

I stay awake now at 11:36 PM,

thinking of you.

I like how I smile after it's you I pass.

My heart rate cannot be normal

at moments when I see you in between class.

And I'm hoping you'll be the one to take me to the formal.

I like how now none of them matter.

Just you. The only one.

In fact, they're the latter.

No, this feeling isn't something that lasts only a little bit, no it's not done.

I like how this is a secret I want so badly

to pour out in front of you. To spill.

Holding your hand is something I would do gladly.

But I know that the truth will target my heart to kill.

I like how I know it's all impossible.

I like how I know it's all, so so so unattainable.

I like how I'm so sure we're not compatible.

I love how this feeling's uncontrollable.