Crush

I wanna think I like you, but I know it's just the view. I see what I want to and I don't want to choose. I love the image of you in my head and it always leaves a heavy tread. I need you to like what you see, so I front someone you want me to be. I rehearse every word and response, but I get so choked up it's hardly worth the thoughts. When you talk to me I get so scared and I love the feeling of being impaired. It's a comfortable fear and thought it brings tears, I want more as long as I'm torn. This feeling is terrible, yet my desire for it's unbearable. I don't know what I'll do when you're gone forever if I never claim your endeavor.