Be my last Professor

Do you even think of me as special?
Or I am just here thinking you're too special for me that even sky can't reach you.

You always want to be someones subject yet you refrain yourself acknowledging my existence.

Have you forgotten you also wrote " you're the walking red flag."

Yet, I am here fooling myself maybe, just maybe our world still can collide hoping someday I can see myself in your eyes.

I am here hoping and hoping until it drains me. And one day I can say I bet this subject lost me in abys of sadness.

I'm falling deeper and harder but it also crashing me knowing that you said " I lie'd because I want you to stop begging"

Am I begging to you?
Did I beg for your attention?
Did I do that ?
I bet
This is not me, I almost forgot myself in the process of loving you.