crush. (a poem)

I wanna close my eyes and fall asleep in your arms, your imaginary arms - the ones that only hold me tight through my darkest night within my dreams. he isn't as bad as he seems, he is a good guy. the type of guy to tease you everyday of the week and then give you a kiss on the cheek. the type of guy to make you laugh just to see the stars shine in your eyes, to see your smile glow in the moonlight. he's the guy who sees happiness and beauty in everyone. each in their own way, and he taught me that. not with words, but simply by who he is. It doesn't matter if I shoot my shot, it doesn't matter what I am or not. there's no chance anyway, but I'll continue to think of you everyday. I love you in every way.