My days without you are often long.
Hours spent thinking of something, anything,
an excuse, just to talk to you.
I crave your presence, almost as if
you were a drug that I am addicted to.
The other day you stopped by.
I wondered if you noticed how I shook,
every time you even breathed in my direction.
I could not help but to try to avoid your gaze.
When I looked up, you were staring deeply,
into my eyes, and I could not look away.
A smile broke out, and a strong urge to,
get closer to you overcame me.
But next thing you know, you were gone.
And the next day I heard talks of the,
skinnier, prettier girl whom you like.
And I was heartbroken all over again.