TV Show
All the TV shows tell me he feels the same,
When in reality I know he doesn’t,
In all the romance movies I watch how the girl gets the guy,
I know someday I’ll end up with someone,
Today is just not that day,
And he’s not the guy I will end up with,
I know it,
He knows it,
Everyone knows it,
Yet there is this tiny feeling that I want to see where it would go,
Even if it’s just me telling him about my feelings,
Everything returning to normal,
And never speaking of it again,
Sometimes I want to text him,
Tell him I want to hang out,
But whenever I think about it I feel like a stalker,
I’ve never felt like this before,
I don’t know what to do around him,
Do I smile?
Do I maintain eye contact when he looks back at me?
Or do I just pretend he isn’t in the same room as me?
Every door is open,
The universe is giving thousands of options,
I’m too scared to take any of them,
I seem to want him,
But not wanting the risk of getting hurt,
I guess that’s normal,
I hate feeling like this and not being brave enough to do anything about it.
Copyright © Yasmine Cherkaoui | Year Posted 2025
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