I keep reaching
for something I know I can't have
But I decide
To waste my energy anyway
All I want is for
you to look at me
The way you look at him
I'm searching for that
To hold on to
My arm outstretched
But I'm reaching for air
I can't reach
This
This thing that I dream of
Dreams that come
In the form of nightmares
Maybe it's time
For me to stop
And realize
I can't hold air
So I should stop reaching
I have never wanted
Something more than I do now
The problem is
I don't know what
I don't know what
I long for
What I reach for
It's like a dream
Blurry and unrecognizable
I want this thing
In the car
After dark
With the headlights shining
On the wet pavement
Like stars on the ground
I curl up in my seat
And the news is on
Voices fill the car
Not my own
Not my dads
I want that feeling
The thing in books
In movies
The fictional love
The one I dream about
The one that I see online
The one I read about
I want not just the butterflies
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