I have trouble forgetting about what I wish I was

when I talk to someone like you

someone who knows too much and needs too little

I need so much

and I know too little about what you are

maybe that’s why I want to be near you

to just listen for that piece of you that’s real

that one thing that’s tangible

I don’t think too many people have found it

but sometimes that extra glance

that piece of sarcasm

tells me it’ll be me

and sometimes I believe it.