I think I know how I'll act around you,

What I'll say,

What I'll do,

Then you walk in,

And my confidence walks out the door.

It's the simple things.

Your eyes,

Your laugh,

The way you speak to me,

And the way you carry yourself.

God, help me.

I've fallen.

Never felt this way before,

Never left my heart unguarded.

A believer that high-school romance is nothing,

Just lust,

And Wishful thinking.

But maybe,

Just maybe,

We could be different.