Little Things

infatuation

is this real,
or a figment of my imagiation?
is me making a meaning
out of every little thing you do
when we're together,
my constant need for companionship
crying to be fed,
or is it just a bad habit
of looking for the ones
that will hurt me in the end?
either way,
im pretty sure this won't happen.
and even if it does,
it won't work out.
because they'll all tell me that
its not love, and
i'm wrong,
but im just secretly hoping
they're all right.
because i look for love
to distract myself from the harsh reality,
that none of us really know what love is.
we're all just infatuated little puppies,
chasing our own tails;
we are caught in an endless chase,
a habit not worth breaking.
because the price of being alone
is worse than giving up.
just as well,
i really hope i dont love you.