Would I have taken extra time to brush my hair if I didn't know I'd see you?
Would I have brushed my teeth and powdered my face if there hadn't been a chance to catch a glimpse?
Would I be replaying the way you grin with tight pressed lips if I was over you?
Would the knot in my stomach be present if what never happened meant nothing to me?
Would I be sitting here hoping you walked through the threshold and your mother told you that you're missing out on a girl who has galaxies growing inside her?
If you meant nothing to me, if I was over everything that never was, and probably never will be, then no, none of these things would have mattered.
But I can't help but feel my heart pick up speed, and a flush rush to my cheeks at the sight of you in front of me.
Even when I put on my costume, practice my lines, and perfect my lipstick, you still don't see me in a superhuman light.