You, You, You

I swear sometimes it’s like we share a mind.

Saying jinx and owing cokes

and always laughing at the same jokes.

I find so much joy out of watching you go

crush everything you try.

Call it love, call it what you want,

but I’m utterly interested in everything

you’ve buried deep inside.

I may be alone in this boat

so all I ask of you is:

Won’t you open your eyes

and see you’re the apple of mine?

Won’t you open yourself to me?

Let me breathe in all that you are.

You don’t have to feel the same,

just let me play pretend.

Let me imagine a world

where I’m your closest friend.

So tell me enough to tie me over,

I think it’d be nice to know

that a small part of us will always remain:

a piece of you will always stay.

I’ll take it with me forever,

knowing that my feelings for you

were good, pure, and strong.