She looks at him, and smiles. She watches him as he laughs and jokes with his friends. He talks about writing and making music with such a passion. She studies him. Each time, she falls harder for him. Not even knowing it. He looks up, not yet meeting her eyes. She gazes at him with the biggest smile. Her smile contains so much love that stories could be written about the way she looks at him. And when his eyes meet hers, He feels absolutely nothing at all.

I'm making love to myself.

In ways you never could,
Never would,
And bringing pleasure.

I haven't hit the peak yet,
But you never got me there either;

And at least this way
I'm going somewhere.

I really want to see
If you reached out to me
Like you promised
And possible revel
in the silly long
Banter of our old voices.
It seems a lifetime
turns to a month
That you got older
Becoming more preoccupied.
But I don't want to let myself See
Because another let down
Would leave me lonely.

I lay my foot here
On the traces of the side
And follow the floor
As if it is a guide.
It's sort of a game
I like to play with the stone
Whenever I am walking alone.
Maybe they see me
Skipping always twice
And following the sidewalk
In a strange zigzag
But maybe they don't mind.