An occasional attention deficient lovelorn
Thought our rope ends grabbed—maybe I’m wrong
Checking my story for a display of blue
And on people’s pages hoping to see you

Is it implied—that they heard all my cries
—or am I too dumb to read between the lines
That I have never wished for someone else
Filled with feelings I have never felt

Losing my cool, launching towards my bed
Can’t even eat, made yourself home in my head
Want to be so loud, screaming V I like you
Maybe start it all with hi, nice to have met you