Infatuation
I thought it was just a fling.
I thought it didn't mean a thing.
You keep running in my head,
Even when I go to bed.
Moments of your touch,
Still lingers,
I feel it's too much.
Why do I keep those memories--
When I'm not sure how to feel--
Is what I'm feeling real?
I don't know which feeling to connect.
If you're sending mix signals,
I don't want to link what I'm feeling,
And later, reject, I recollect.
It doesn't take a lot of time--
For me to forget.
One moment I'm focused,
the other, distracted.
Are you just a distraction?
Do I feel the attraction?
Electrified when you look,
It's an awkward reaction.
Do you understand what I'm going through--
Even in just the tiniest fraction?
These questions are not rhetorical,
I'm sure it's all metaphorical.
I choose to stay oblivious--
To your hints,
Your actions I ignore,
Like a blank piece of paper with no prints.
Perhaps the next time I see you,
Please make sure to be clear.
I don't want to keep playing games with you,
Just be yourself with no fear.
No need to impress,
I only ask for you--to express.
And don't worry, I'll do the same.
I'm tired of feeling this way,
It's lame!
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