Do you know, we could be so gloriously happy together?
I could be a dreamer, and dream about you,
and you could call me crazy
but love me for it anyway. I could call you out on your bullshit
and you could bring me back to earth.
We could watch stupid movies together
or good movies together, and I could sit waiting for you to
put your arm around me, and it could be awkward
and sometimes, maybe, you'd let me in on your dreams
and I could let you in on how I want to change the world.
We'd fight. We'd argue. and things would never be perfect
if we were lucky.
it just might work.
I suppose it wont
because I can't really see how we'd come to be a 'thing'
and I suppose that makes me sad
but at the same time I know
it's not because you don't notice me
you don't realise
it could be you.
I suppose I'll just keep dreaming
and maybe, if god strikes the earth, a miracle will occur.