When I look at you, I know that I'm not what you want.
When I look at you, I know you have someone else's arms already waiting for you.
When I look at you, I know I'm fooling myself into seeing things that don't mean what my heart wishes they did--
smiles too soft to just be friendly,
a touch that lingers for just a little bit too long.
When I look at you, I know that I am falling, deeper and deeper into something that won't go anywhere,
into something that will hold me captive for longer than I could ever hope.
When I look at you, I'm captivated by dark eyes and even darker hair, plump lips, and a perfect smile.
The mole beneath your right eye won't let me forget that that's where it resides.
When I look at you, I think back to previous crushes and I know they can't even begin to hold a candle to all you have to offer,
all that could have been mine were I meant to be for you.
When I look at you, I know you'll never see me as more than just a friend.
And when I look at you, I know I have to consider myself eternally lucky just for having had the chance of knowing somebody like you.