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!