You were different
How cliché
Everyone is different
Yet you were different to me
While other guys would flirt
You would sit quietly
And I don't know if you know that sometimes I look at you
Maybe you just let it happen
But then again maybe you are as oblivious as you look
I guess I spend to much time speculating
And not enough actually finding out answers
You won't let me
I try to engage and talk about things we share
But if I don't talk
Neither do you
You can't be that shy!
I want to ask you so many things
I'm a curious soul
What's your story?
What do you miss the most about your home town?
Where would you go if you could go anywhere right now?
But you sit there
Sometimes smiling
But most times not
Off in your own little world
And I don't understand
How comfortable you are with it being a population of one
And how content you are with letting nobody in
Because you play across my mind
More times than i'd like to admit
And several scenarios revolve around you
But you don't give me a second glance
Let alone a second thought
So I'm giving up
Sometimes that's ok
And until you peruse me
I guess we will both sit in silence
In separate worlds
You enjoying it
And me pretending
YOU ARE READING
Alexithymia
Poésie(n.) difficulty describing feelings toward other people A mixture of poetry and late night thoughts by yours truly
