i don't know is it because i'm tired of being lonely that you're the bull's eye i'm currently trying to gawk at through. and i know that girl looks like an apple to a lonely tree that probably catches your eyes to kill for a bite, she loves catching people like a fish anyway. but i'm tired of peeking from the sky meanwhile you're kissing the crowd with your volatile marchings, i always wish you blow one for me. i always wish you feel more than a "do you know where the hell is he?" or "you see him?" nor "bye i've got to go", i'm wishing that you'll cross the sea and jump billows to pat me in my lonely sleep. i don't know if i want you because i'm lonely, but doesn't it compete with the fact that my heart bounces into broken trampoline the time you rushed into my brother where i sat beside him. he teases me about it as if you're a joke. maybe he's right. but if you're nothing then why am i here writing something? maybe i gave up on this game because you'll never even think i look pretty. maybe i don't have a bait to catch you like she did, maybe love is more complicated than a beautiful smile anyway.
(or maybe i'm just lonely.)
