By Itself

It stains my face
Just like water stains a suede couch
But it crawls down my face
And soaks my cheek
It cleanses the sins off my lips
It happens every time I look at you and realize I can't have you
I know it sounds selfish but I'm alone
You would be the only thing I want
I won't treat you like an object
I would make you my landscape as if I were an artist
I would take care of you when you need it and if you didn't
I will polish your stones and nourish your plants
I would plant you flowers

When I hear you talk I stop in my steps and deeply think
I zone out and wonder what it is like to be with you just once
It would be my fantasy
Notice I say fantasy because I know it will never happen
Tis why it starts when I see you
Tis why its stains my face and lingers lower til it slides off my face