in his moments of boredom,

i hope that i cross his mind.

and when he feels lonely,

he knows that he crosses mine.

 

i hope that he thinks of me, 

even the simplest thought.

i can hope we are meant to be,

but we are not.

 

if you could see through my eyes, 

you would know how much i despise 

the thought of loving you from a distance.

because you consume my entire existence,

leaving you may be the path of least resistance.