For some odd reason, I find you attractive.

It’s like I’m the moth to your flame,

and I can’t help but wonder why I look at you in this way.

Maybe it’s your lips, how you use them to insult me daily,

maybe it’s your smile that you flash when I walk past

following that insult you just gave me.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s your hands;

how you use them to push on me not knowing that you already move me,

or maybe it’s just you and all that comes with that package.

Maybe the package is small, but the personality’s not lagging.

Maybe it’s because I seem to be attracted to assholes;

those that tend to fight with me, hiding who they are as a whole.

But whatever the case may be;

why I ever I find myself drawn to you,

I know that because of your image, there’s nothing that I can do.

So if you want this, like I think you do,

you better hurry because not all dreams come true.

I will not forever wait for you!

-N.D. Johnson