seemingly over 95.8% of my brain is taken over by you.
the way words drip off your tongue, the way your fingers intertwine perfectly with mine.
every waking moment of my day seems dedicated to what i will say or do when i see you next.
tears escape from my drooped eyelids, as i sleepily cry wondering what i did to deserve you.
i quietly sit, writing about you.
knowing your coffee colored eyes will never reach this digital parchment.
i seem to disapprove of the way you love me,
how fully yet, gently you care about me.
i feel unworthy of your capability to be with anyone you choose, but you're here with me.
you're continuously in my mind, never a tear not shed for you.
