Loving you or hating you, I’ll never want to date you.
Near or afar, you always make me feel blue.
In my highs and lows, you never know what to make of me.
Fearful or fearless, around you I’ll always want to flee.
Flirt full or flirt less, I can’t get the courage to talk to you.
You’re so secretive, from you I can’t get a single clue.
You seem like the closest thing to a real relationship in the whole world.
For you, I would even put in the effort to get my hair curled.
See me or see me not, I sadly don’t think you’ve noticed me.
For me the thought of not seeing you, I’d rather get stung by a bee.
I want you to know how I feel.
I want to know if you’re real.
Tell me tomorrow if it’s true.
By telling me on Valentine’s day I love you.