Infatuated almost, with the idea of you.
You fill every crevice in my jumbled mind.
I watch you move and your smirk makes my whole being shiver.
The dreams are vivid, but so are you.
For once reality is better than my dreams.
But it's risky, and I'm scared.
Maybe I don't even know you as well as I thought I did.
Maybe the smirk was not meant for me at all.
Maybe the way you held me that night was just a moment in which we both felt lonely.
I am conflicted, but I have not felt this way in a long time.
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