All I Can Think About

all i can think about is how
i litterally stop breathing when i'm
around you
and i've barely even spoken to you.

and all i can think about is
my stupid drunk friend
sitting on my floor, drinking water and
trying to sober up while i
tie his shoes for him because he
can't do it himself.

and all i can think about is
my best friend and how
even though we're in the same place now,
we never spend time together
just the two of us.

and all i can think about is how
this kid, who litterally takes my breath
away, can possibly be doing that -
when we hardly ever speak and
we hardly ever see each other and i
highly doubt he knows my
name.

and this kid who is drunk on my floor,
spilling secrets of the universe while he's
eating crackers and cheerios
because that's what google told me to do
when i searched for "tips to prevent a hangover".

but despite all of these things hanging over my head
i can't help but smile because
that boy smiled back at me and
my best friend and i still love each other and
this drunk kid has this goofy grin and he told me that
i'm the best person he's met so far at college;
and i sort of came to realize that even the worse nights
have their upsides.