Last night I stayed awake long enough
To vaguely hear the last bus to Arnold
Roar past over the sound of songs
Of disappointment that I know will
Become more and more appropriate to
The way I feel about you.

A week ago I was not aware of
Your existence, yet the thought of you
Somehow makes me glow inwardly,
Like being flash photographed
From the inside.

Somehow, though, I doubt I cross your mind
At all, except when I pester you
In some way with my banal ramblings.

So this is how a dash of realism flavours
Another serving of irrational crush.

I've half a mind to tell you that
I think you're magical, and that,
Even in a photograph, your eyes are
Almost impossible to look away from...
But that would give away just how
Ridiculous I am before you get to see
Anything vaguely worthwhile about me.

Part of me reminds me that I've written
This sort of thing before about
Feelings that have faded for
People I hardly think of now...
But from where I sit now, you seem
Special somehow, and I hope
That you won't be just one more
I've loved and hurt.

12/11/2003

Posted on 12/11/2003
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