You

I never knew who you were, I saw you past the hallway, and never said a word. I talked to your friends and never even said hi to you, I watched as you came over to talk and just assumed it was with someone else. I always thought you were the best looking someone could be. 

Your tanned skin, your full lips, your thin neck and your veiny hands. I always looked at you and admired the view. I never knew how much better you’d become once I actually said a word. I never realised someone as hot as you could also be so charming, seductive, funny, smart and special.

I guess maybe that’s why I never said a word. I was way too afraid of falling even harder. For two years, you were always there, in the back of my mind, always being as attractive as possible. But now you occupy every single corner of my mind, being the best anyone could ever be. 

You are artistic,you are hot, you are soft, you are affectionate, you are independent, you are reckless, you are intelligent in the least academic way possible, you are the owner of the lips I’ve most longed to kiss, you are the same to everyone else, you are absolute, you are a dream, you are hope, you are love, you are life, you are sex, you are everything; and even now that these sentences start to lose meaning, you are the most meaningful feeling I have ever felt, and most of all, you are forbidden.