I can't pretend I'm not affected by your words,
That I don't long to be seen by you,
That I don't want your eyes to pay me attention.
My own eyes fall into the curves of your handwriting
and rest there for moments at a time.
I sigh because the timing doesn't seem right.
I know it's me you want
and maybe you would change that
if you could.
You remind me of me when I'm in love,
Strangely enough I love you a little bit because of this.
I think to myself maybe one day I will really,
uncross my arms love you,
and it will be because I have finally and completely
fallen in love with myself.