This poem was written about a guy friend of mine whom I've had a crush on for months. Every time we talk it's almost like he's taunting me, as if he knows I want him and likes knowing that I can never have him.

Lately I've tried telling myself that I'm over him, that I should move on to more realistic things. But every time I say that, I'm given another reason to rekindle my desires for him - the way he might look at me, or laugh with me, or smile at me in his peculiar way. It's eerie sometimes, and I know that it's just me seeing things I want to see. But maybe it isn't.

Whatever it is, it keeps me dreaming, and sometimes my dreams are all I've got.

This poem originally was published in Love Poems - Teenage Love Poems