it’s crazy isn’t it?

how you have no clue

how much i like you

that i think about your eyes

your hair

your smile,

every single fucking day

and you fail to know

which is okay

because i am still thriving,

maybe, at least i think i am.

if i ignore turning the shower on,

blasting music - sad love songs in fact -

and sob

because i love you

and i think of you too often

for it to be just a crush

but it’s crazy

because you have no clue