Spilled Tea

Not Much At All

Would it be okay for me
to glance at her like
she's absolutely beautiful?
Is that too wrong?
It's all just my thoughts.

She feels like calm
and a sky's worth of sleep.
She is like a
beautiful reckoning
and late-night movies
at the movie theatre.

She most likely knows.
I really don't need
to say anything at all.
I don't think I would.
I think this is all painful,
in the best kind of way.

I'll be alright staying like this
because an 'us' could
hardly be more impossible.
'Cause she's like the top of
Superman at Six Flags
and the lyrics of my favorite song.

In her mind,
I'm pretty sure
I feel like
not much
at all.

But she means
the world to me
because she feels
like writing poems,
and every world
too indescribable to
even write down.