I think about you too much,
But everytime I do,
It comes back with haunting questions:
Does he even like you in the first place?
Doesn’t he just look at you cause he’s curious of your feelings?
Isn’t he linking someone else?
But I always have high hopes for you,
And I always wonder why
I wonder why I keep on trying to find your love,
When it’s hiding in the shadows,
And always seems to be seeking someone else’s?
I wonder if you ever think of the possibilities,
Of there ever being an us
I wonder if you ever imagine us together,
Enjoying each other’s company,
Wishing for time to stand still
I wonder if you ever ponder about the things I write down,
Whether it is about you,
Or just full of any other words
But let me give you the answer:
Of course I do
Everyday you give me something to write about
You always do something which either makes me,
Or breaks me,
Either reassembles me,
Or tears me apart into shreds
I wonder if an us will ever exist
But you can never spell ‘us’ without u.