whenever your head rests against my shoulder, sometimes i could feel our hearts beating in tandem. i feel ecstatic whenever our gaze would always find each other, i could feel your eyes engulf at the sight in front of you. sometimes i could hear the butterflies flutter against my stomach every time our hands would brush against each other "accidentally", hands that are like magnets, hands that longed to be held by hands whom fit perfectly. but i shouldnt get the wrong idea. you liked someone but me. but if wishes came true and magic was real, how many arrows would it take for cupid to make you fall in love with me?
(more of a rant than of a poem SKSKSKSK not guilty.) limerence (n) the state of being infatuated with another person.
they said, opposites attract. they werent wrong. you loved the moon and the stars just as i loved the earth and the clouds. you loved gravity just as i yearned for air. you lived with the stars just as i have lived with the clouds. you loved the moon as much as you loved me. though that didnt stop you from being close to me. now i know why the moon keeps on following me
those six words rang on my eardrums like alarum bells reminding me in every beat my heart makes. they swam through my throat and into my chest; knocking on my rib cage telling my heart not to fly whenever she says hi. doubt comes barging on my door like an unwanted guest. reminding me that in every moment, every gesture she makes are a product of mixed signals.
written: 1/30/18 ever been in a one-sided relationship?