That guy
He’s the guy
I text non-stop talking to.
He’s the guy
that I’ll stay up all night with.
He’s the guy
that I’ll stay awake
waiting for a text.
He’s the guy
that I wait for.
He’s the guy
that I’ll wake up
at 1 in the morning
thinking about.
He’s the guy
I’m laughing at
while texting him.
He’s the guy
who makes me smile and laugh.
He’s the guy
that will just
randomly talk to me.
He’s the guy
that sees me.
He’s the guy
that’ll let me talk
when I need someone
to lean on and same way around.
He’s the guy
that gets me!
He’s the guy
that actually cares about feelings.
He’s the guy
I can tease with
and not get mad about it.
He’s the guy
that makes fun of me
but doesn’t mean it.
He’s the kind of guy
that will feel terrible when he
thinks he fucked up.
He’s the guy
I see myself with in the future.
He’s the guy
that likes my quirks.
He’s the guy
that’ll be there for you.
He’s the guy
I will wait for.
But he’s the guy
that doesn’t want me.
He only wants to be friends.
I don’t even have to ask him; I just know.
Why can’t I stop thinking about him?
What is wrong with me?
I must be down bad for him,
and that’s alright,
I guess.
