i think the next time

our eyes meet,

the awe in mine

may outshine yours.


i wonder everyday

if you’ll even recognize me

when i make it up

to front of the crowd.


and even when you dont,

i’ll still be the one

who’s voice you’ll hear

over everyone elses’,


and whether

my eyes reflect yours

in a way that feels

eerily familiar or not,

i’ll still do this

time and time again.


because even when

youre looking down on me,

and im looking up to you,

i cant help but imagine

you’ll be the one

who’s screaming my name