I always find myself.
Looking at you.
Even when I dont mean it.
Im looking at you.
Even when were in a crowd.
Im searching for you.
I wonder.
Why?
I sworn to myself I was done with you.
Yet.
I always find myself.
Searching.
You notice my stares.
Yet.
You return them.
But.
Why?
I
Know you dont like me.
But.
I always find myself.
Searching.
YOU ARE READING
no regrets just love
Poetryis it possible to have so many mixed emotions at once? is it possible to love someone so much... and not have them love you back.
