I wish there was a pill I could take to get you off my mind,
Like Xanax for unrequited love,
That could make me stop looking at you,
From across the room.
I wish there weren’t so many hurdles between us.
That you could cross our distance with two long strides,
And hold me in your arms like we’ve been wanting you too.
I wish our conversations had translated subtitles,
So we could say what we really mean.
I’d say: “Hey! How has your week been?”
And the subtitle would read:
“I can’t stop thinking about you.
Dreaming that this could work,
If the time was just right.”
You would reply: “It’s been good, kinda busy…”
And the typeface on the screen says:
“I want you too.
I wish things were different.
I wish the timing was right.
But I know it’s not.”
So many conversations,
Yet something always seems to get in the way,
Of saying: “I want you”
And, “I want you too.”