I had decided not to feel for you-
And yet something draws me back.
You're hot and you're cold,
You're loving and you're not.
When i shut you out you ask me
"what is wrong?"

"What is wrong" is the fact that you play with my heart. You reel me in and you discard me without a word, leaving me questioning my every action. I become silent and to that you tell me that I've hurt you.

I try to forget you and yet when you appear infront of me- my walls break down. I try again. I long for your smile. I wonder what your lips feel like. How it would feel to have your arms around my waist. The gentle aggresive grip of your hand forcefully holding mine. I long for your smile, the way it reaches your eyes-hoping that it was only for me.

You write and it echoes what we've been through, but i tell myself that its simply a coincidence- if i asked, you would too. "Who are you to me?" I ask myself to no avail. You're someone who could make or break my world in a few seconds, someone who could imprint his every expression into my head, his every words. You're someone im not sure I should have, and yet  you're someone I want.

You're someone to me.