I do wonder.
If I may possibly be...
Cursed?

Maybe,
Don't develop feelings anymore,
We're trapped in,
Insanity...

You talk to someone.
You get interested.
You start to get feelings,
But out of respect,
You hold them back.
We talk a lot,
Then out of nowhere,
A shift in the world...

Either one or both of these...
You get bored of me,
You see that I'm just,
For you.
Or...
You find someone,
I no longer catch your eye.
Yet for both,
It's just zero communication.

So now I have all this,
Small information of you,
Making me once again,
Get upset about being,
Too interested,
In making someone
Smile.

I guess I must be,
Cursed.