The Little Things I Do I Think of You

The little things I do I think of you.

I want you to see my actions.

My outfits.

The way I talk.

I invest too much thought.

Too much time.

Too much effort into you.

Still I know we are nothing,

Nothing more,

Nothing special.

I wait on you.

I watch your actions.

I analyze them,

as if they were meant for me.

I know I'm not good enough for you.

But every so often you do something that gives me hope.

Then quickly I am put me back into my place.

And yet it all starts over again.