this is taking its turn to worst,
for in every corners of sight,
i can see you, behold!
an observation you don't know.
the way you laugh, frown, and get annoyed,
i always seem to notice.
you go outside the room, switch seats,
i always seem to know.
before you and i get creeped out,
i'll clarify this as an involuntary reaction--
an unconscious habit of observation,
I can't seem to shake off.
but can you blame me though?
i can only see you when i pretend not to.
hoping someday this will pass too...
and I won't be in love with you.
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Bittersweet
ŞiirAn anthology of poems and prose covering an unrequited first love, showing the sweet feeling of naivety, the bitterness of reminiscing the first heartache, and realizations of the fact that an unrequited love, though not a love story is still a stor...
