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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!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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