You ask if I love you,
and I say I like the color of your eyes,
when it's midnight ,
and you're holding in goodbyes.
I like the racing of my heart,
when you're standing next to me,
and how you remind me,
of all that I could be.
I like the sunset on the horizon,
making your hair glow,
and the fact that you are an anomaly,
I will never fully know.
I like the fullness of your heart,
making mine seem so small,
but when you smile,
I don't think of that at all.
I like pretending I'm in love,
because that's something my heart can still do,
the problem is I'm in love with the idea,
but not with you.