i want to be noticed
by a stranger with tender eyes

i want to be seen, biting my lip
or pushing my glasses
up the bridge of my nose

i want to be thought of days later
wondered about who i am
and what i hold dear

i want to be noticed
as much as i notice

because i see them
and they see me

to them,
i am just another face
but to me,
they are a mysterious masterpiece

i love your laugh
all your little quirks
the cute nicknames you’ve given me
and our late night confessions

but i don’t want to

because one moment
i feel euphoric
and the next
i don’t even know
who you are

you are not my sunrise
or my brisk winter day

this constant turmoil
of zeal and distain
is too much for me to bear

sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but you will always
hurt the most