I told myself
- and I'm still telling myself -
I won't orbit anymore.

I'll get rid of the googly eyes
the constant craving for affection
and the suffocating attachment I give

But not surprisingly,
I'm failing.
Failing miserably - "blindly"

Let's face it.
I've already fallen.
To be more accurate, orbited.

I told myself
- and I should keep telling this to myself -
I won't cry because of my feelings for another person anymore...

But dear,
I am failing miserably.