it's never going to end

just like it's never going to begin.
im crazy (for you).
but mostly just crazy.
i will be worse for the wear and still be stuck in the starting position.
tears in my eyes that i wont let fall because i keep telling myself im not that kind of person.
the pull on my heart when im around you, thinking about you, talking to you and replaying every second in my head with every word i wish i had said.
the breaks from you are too long and the rest of the world doesnt really interest me.
want to make you smile, want to pull the clouds away so you can see the sun.
want everything for you that ive been trying so long to do for myself but failed and clearly failing.
stopped thinking about myself for once and i like how it feels.
want you more.
want me back.
the streets and faces are mundane and words go in and out both ears before they are even processed.
the nine to fives, or late nights rather, have me wishing i could keep you in my pocket instead of the phone i keep my eyes fixed on.
when green turns blue, i cant lie, i always hope its you.
the jobs, the salary, i couldnt care less.
i spend all that time thinking about how i feel for such a mess.
didnt think i could, didnt think i would.
but true colors are the only ones that bleed.
you get what you give, and honestly, im happy with what i got.
hope you see that im still around when all the other ones are not.
this rhymed more than it should have.
im crawling into bed before the sun catches me.
im holding my breath for blue, and hoping i can make you not.