evening

so everytime i see you i always imagine us being so cool walking downtown in the evening as the sun sets over the small city, light creeps into the alleyways where we walk to the water, and you are letting your legs hang over the sea wall and we are close together, i can feel my heart it is beating fast my hands are getting clammy and the conversation is silent for your beauty has stolen the air. at that point you hop up and put your hands out to help me up too, you give me that cocky smile and id' lean over to kiss you, and it would be me for you from that moment on. me for you.

I like it.

This is not a poem! There may be thought invested into it, but this is more like a journal entry that you use in the creation of a poem. Seriously.