Sex is always the first thing to cross my mind
I am this society’s male by definition and expectation
Or at least by first glance or impression
But there is something to be said about her
I watch her pictures turn into memories I wish I had
We’ve met before but not by means many would count
Likes, posts, statuses, and the occasional message
In which I can never seem to find a compliment she hasn’t heard
I sincerely love and loathe my habit of daydreaming about Fall and coffee shops
But I cannot imagine our days better spent
Coffee, tea, and sweaters
Overcast skies and orange leaves that are closer to brown
Discussions about something we both have in common, the words
But as interested as I am in the way your mind puts your genius together
Your eyes inspire me to pray that my next sentence doesn’t give me away
You need to know I can multitask with the best of them
It is, in fact, possible to listen and admire at the same time
My lack of depth eventually gives me away
You slowly retract your mind and soul
I catch on but all too late
We eventually leave as friends and I deem myself a fool
On the slippery road back to reality my infatuation wears off
I suddenly have great insights on everything you said
But now I am just another guy
