Infatuation is an understatement,
I think about you when I shouldn’t.
I don’t even know if you like me.
Do you?
The subtle signs scorch my mind
Till I’ve been hollowed out to let you bind,

But are these signs or fragments of my mind?

I can’t get enough of you
but you don’t seem keen on seconds.

Is this thread real or a manifestation of my imagination
A need to know, to see, to be seen
Never answered.

The need grows when you come close,

The way you speak of me consumes me,
I see you when I close my eyes,
I see moments that aren’t real,
Interactions that won’t happen,

A dried up oasis of memories ‘flood’ my soul,
But they aren’t real.
Why can’t I see the mirage?

Finding meanings behind nothingness
Doesn’t make me want you any less
Is this a want or is this a need?
Will I ever know? Will you ever know?

My mind yearns for that moment,
You don’t know about
Where for a brief time, our worlds stop.
Facing each other head on
A forced recognition of what we are

My carefully curated distortion of reality where you see me.

I’m waiting for you to see me the way I see you
But while I wait the distance grows,

Is this love?
I will never know,
You will never know

What if,
The subtle signs that scorched my mind were real.
What if,
You think how I think.

Those moments become ours instead of mine,
Freeing my mind from infestation.

I think I will always want you.
I think I will always need you.

I wonder,
What if you
feel the same