don't make me the epitome of everything
a girl in love with you should be.
i see your face in every crowded room,
and even when i'm alone at the old playground, at noon,
when i get messages, i secretly hope they're all from you,
when i'm surrounded by quiet thoughts of the future,
i almost, for a moment, think of you.
but i don't know if i'm imagining it all, or if it's my head,
i don't know if the stars that predicted this were all correct,
i like my fictional crushes,
only because they remind me of you,
i don't know if i like you, or if i like the idea of something new.
