I try my best to ignore you,
Yet, here I am, this poem's for you.
I look away when I'm around you,
But I guess you do the same, too.

Ever since we met you struck me;
Whenever you're around, I'm happy,
Yet when you're around I feel awful,
As if what comes next is always terrible.

I see you as a something else,
For you I'm just a statistic.
I know I'll never be a somebody else,
Even so, my heart starts to panic.

Yes, I'll admit it: I'm still in love with you,
Though, still would be just as false,
I never stopped loving you,
Although you never felt it because I am too scared.

And yet here I am, trying to write something,
And yet here I am, expecting,
Though I have always known that it'll be nothing,
At least my hope's still standing.

Euphemism won't hide my message,
Please read between the lines;
I love you, and I'll never change;
I love you, and that's my promise.