Someone is stuck in a relationship that never quite became one. The opening lines list its loose labels: "no strings attached," "friends with benefits," "unofficially yours." The speaker seems to have agreed to the casual terms but fallen in love anyway, and the poem is their attempt to say so.
The feeling is mostly longing mixed with frustration. Images like "freckles in my heart" and "teardrops on your sketch" suggest tenderness and hurt at once, while "crippled and motionless" shows how stuck the speaker feels. They have the other person, yet they still "struggle and fight." The speaker also admits they never had much chance to make their love felt.
The mood is quiet, wistful and a little desperate. The final question, "What about us?", works like a plea. The speaker isn't demanding anything, just asking to be thought about, and that makes the ending feel honest and vulnerable.