Midnight and I feel I should write.

I don’t know you.
You don’t know me.

Somehow, our hearts got confused.
They skipped a beat, and a necessary step.

No easy introduction, but jumping in head first.
We listened to temptation rather than words.

I don’t know you.
You don’t know me.

We talked for hours, seemingly unaware of the way time moved around us.
We stood still.

A laugh received meaning, a stare lasted longer.
And we fell. Deeper and deeper.

I don’t know you.
You don’t know me.

Thoughts came pouring out, secrets revealed.
We exchanged unspoken tales dying to be told.

I felt myself torn, unable to express how one person could make me feel worth it.
Especially when that one person wasn't supposed to.

I don’t know you.
You don’t know me.

I played with your emotions, and led you far down this phony path.
I hated myself for giving you only half.
(That unintentionally rhymed)

You were always there, you were always kind.
You shone with a beauty that I couldn’t comprehend.

I don’t know you.
You don’t know me.

You scared me to death, the way you looked at me.
And I found myself staring right back, the same feeling said in my eyes.

We didn’t change, our friendship grew stronger.
I leaned on you for support, and needed your encouragement.

I don’t know you.
You don’t know me.

I fell in love with you.
But I didn’t get to know you the right way.

It’s not wrong for us to be with each other.
It’s difficult to go about this when we did it all backwards.

I don’t know you.
You don’t know me.

We know each other in one light only.
We have yet to discover what it’s like to be usual.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I kiss you the way I do, because of how we are unique.

And although…

I don’t know you.
And you don’t know me…

We know everything.