you walk down the stairs

talking to your friends

laughing at their stupid jokes

with the smile of an angel

but you don’t seem to catch me staring at you

or daydreaming of what could be

maybe it’s for the best

or maybe we’re losing something good

i stand near you

as i contemplate saying hello

but i hesitate

and i just speed walk past like you mean nothing to me

which you do

or maybe you don’t

you shouldn’t be doing this to me

entering my thoughts and making me smile

i don’t even know your name

and it should stay that way

i don’t need you to be another obsession that only hurts me in the end

but i don’t want to assume

i can’t judge you if i don’t know you

i’ll admit, part of me wants to

how dare you do this to me?

how can you be my muse already?