Truth is, I liked him
well… like
I ended it with “ed”, but
If I’m being honest
The feeling is still very much present.

I like him
Liking people is weird
I’m just here
Swimming around in my own head
Wondering if this is just another one of my phases.

I go through people phases a lot
Some say it’s selfish
But I simply say it’s because I’m just… selective.

I get bored easily
The second someone stops showing interest
Or I don’t get a text back
My mind automatically concludes that,
They just aren’t interested
So, I move on.

But here I am
Weeks in
15 poems deep
and…
Many restless nights
Yet, he is still in the crook of my thoughts.

You’d think by now I’d just stop liking people
I know how it ends
It’s all the same
It all ends the same.

And, I’ve grown accustomed to it
Yet every time I develop one of these out-of-the-blue likings for someone
I never stop myself from the obvious.

I guess I’m okay with it
I guess I’m just used to the feeling of a constant let down
Maybe he is just like everyone else, but
Maybe not.