I act like I don't notice you,

While watching you out of the corner of my eyes.

I know you're doing the same,

And I really want to talk to you,

But I don't have the guts.

So I make up excuses to be where you are,

Right inside of earshot, close enough to speak,

But I just wait for you

To talk to me first.

I sing you sweet songs

Everyday with my meows

I want to talk to you

But I don’t know how

I save you the last drop

Of milk in the bowl

Although it goes unnoticed

I still love your soul

I leave you lavish presents

Strewn around the house

All these things I do for you

You don't see that dead mouse?

I do my best when you pet me

To leave your hand unscarred

I just want to say I love you

Why do you make that so hard?

Blood rushing

to my brain and cheeks.

How am I

supposed to keep my cool.

Hands going

cold and shaking slightly.

I shove them

into my jacket pockets.

Sort of smile

on my worried face.

Hoping that

they won't see the red.

Thinking through

the words I'd been rehearsing.

When the time

comes I can't recall a thing.

They smile at

their friend's new joke.

My heart starts

to flutter.

Greeting them

becomes my newest battle.

And soon, soon

the chance goes away.

I waited

much too long to go and say hello.

Next time I

will have the courage I'm sure. 

"Your artwork is fantastic!" 

You have beautiful eyes. 

"You wrote that music?? It was so fun!" 

I get lost in your smile. 

"Tell me about the dream you had last night." 

I want to hold you.

"By the way, I watched that show you recommended the other day."

We would be such a good match.

"You're a dork."

My goodness, you are just too cute.

"Do you want to go for a walk in the park?"

Please kiss me.

You'll never know how thankful I was—how lucky and ecstatic—that you saw through my coded messages and found the double meaning hidden underneath. Flirting never made much sense to me. My social skills were, and still are, shit. But relating to people, and finding the wonderful traits in them, is how I managed. 

You're incredible, and you deserve to be told so. But you're also super fricken cute. Once I gained the courage and ability to say it, not a day goes past where I don't tell you.

he's just a person.

we're all just people.

he brushes his teeth, combs his hair.

he washes his armpits.

he eats, sleeps, urinates, defecates,

has to wipe his butt and

probably kisses his mom goodbye before going to school.

we're all born babies.

we all grow up into these strange and awkward things

and none of us really knows what's going on!

i've had it with pretenders!

and if he rejects you, don't dwell on it:

just think of it like he's a square peg

and just doesn't belong

in your circle.

Helia adored Kelly.

Much more than jelly.

And he didn't know

What to do.

Then he came up

With so many ideas.

Maybe, he could perform

A dance.

That would work he didn't

Know how to dance at all.

So, he decided to...

Write her a melody:

Oh, my dearest cutie.

You should know that I

Truly do verily much so

Adore yea.

From your bouncy, wavy,

Long, curly midnight locks

To your gentle so rosy soft

Feet.

I could listen to you speak

For times on end, and when

You sing i believe that Heaven

exists.

Oh hey!

I, um, I think,

oh god how do

I say this?

I better just say it.

Well hi! You probably don't know me,

but my name is Katt,

and I think, um, you're cute.

I've thought about you every day this week.

And even though I can't ever seem to think clearly when you're around, I've managed to express myself through words.

First I started thinking about that dimple in your left cheek, right next to your nose when you smile. It is solitary and it's made me think of myself. I wish I, too, could live in you.

Then I remembered the way your eyes do that thing when you talk about art, and your favorite things and places. Do not ask me to describe the 'thing' for beautiful things are almost impossible to describe, if you do you're at risk of people hearing the description and mistaking beauty for ordinary things.

Then I thought about how soft and creamy your skin looks and how I wished I could turn myself into a particle, perhaps even a germ, to live forever between those soft palaces of yours.

Oh and your lips, how could one not talk about your lips? So plump and full and red, they could drive a man mad. Any man.

So imagine my pleasure, to walk next to you and feel your curves pressing against me, imagine how lucky of a man I must be.

My muse,

You're all I see.

And how could one not look at you?

For you shine brighter than any other star ever could.