It is the way your eyes spark when you look into mine . . . or it is just really rare for someone to look at me.
Do not call me by my name,
do not tell my art is beautiful,
do not ask questions that are the same
and that you want to read my story that is cool,
because I might fall.
Just one call,
I will look
and just one hi,
I am hooked.
My heart is bombing,
I hate how I easily get butterflies diving,
it is driving my emotion.
I hate how when you give me enough attention,
I fall.
So do not notice—
please do not notice,
because I hate that you make me feel like this.
Do not take the risk,
if you will not catch
please?
Because when you give your eyes to me—
I fall,
fall,
fall.
It makes me tear up
that this road is down.
I am on a bus,
feeling drown.
The bus is driving too fast,
falling to a graveyard,
and that is what it feels
to fall so hard.
It hurts,
but it hopes too.
I do not want to fall,
I do not want to feel like this ever again.
It makes me feel vulnerable,
to fall so fast and hard.
I turn the table,
play the cards,
yet still fall.
Perhaps I am an attention-seeker,
so when you look at me with your eyes so nostalgic,
it is like I swig a love potion
and everything is magic.
I love the feeling of your eyes on me
but I know it will not last,
like the glitters in the dust
it vanished in the dark.
Seeing you giving all your attention to someone,
with those fireworks eyes,
and that city lights look that glistens,
how I wish I was her.
You never look at me the way you look at her,
you never give your attention to me the way you pay attention to every detail of her.
If only in the very first place,
you never looked at me,
I would not feel these tears flowing down my face.
If only on the very first start,
you did not do all of that . . .
I would not be feeling this much.
But I still hope,
even if it hurts.
I just . . .
wanted to be seen,
I do not have the spotlight,
I am always the supporting character.
Never been the protagonist,
never been an important role,
never been the favorite.
I never wanted to be the main,
but I wanted to be seen.
It just happens that
every time you give your eyes to me,
I feel seen,
I feel the main character,
I have the spotlight,
I feel important.
But it is just me,
because like the other films,
you give your eyes to the protagonist forever.
I fall for you over and over again,
I fall for you,
it is the same cycle everyday,
and I hate it
because you do not feel the same way.
But when you give me enough attention,
when you give your eyes to me—
I hope you
fall,
fall,
fall.
