he came back and asked

can i walk all over you?

i blindly said yes

as long as i had him

was what i constantly reminded myself

consists of me missing you

and so I wonder

does every day you spend

consist of missing me?

at every little thing I’d say

and now there’s nothing.

no emotion

or expression

just eyes.

because i am certain i feel that way about you

yet i am unable to deliver the words

out of my mouth

perhaps i am frightened of your reciprocation

or perhaps i’m frightened i may be mislead

that i don’t love you

and it’s all just infatuation.

the person i envisioned in my head

the one i created scenarios about

what if you are the complete opposite

and i go in head first

carrying my ruptured heart

but the way i feel about you is transparent

the butterflies i get

the looks we exchange

the shared eye gaze

i hate that i’m frightened

but i want to be wary

there is no wrong in that

i miss us

and how we used to be

i wish we could go back

to that day

where we just laughed and talked

with no realisation that the sun had set

i wish we were the same

and oh how i wish

i could see you again

while you’re probably with her

and have no thought in mind

of me.

for getting my hopes up.

i hate myself

for letting me think

that you felt the same way.

because of all the laughs

we had.

all the talks,

just for you to act like

i was no one to you.

to our place

you’ll realise

i won’t be there anymore.

i hope you miss me,

and yearn for my presence

like i do for yours.

belongs to an entire chapter

in my book.

but mine in yours,

is just on one page.

But when I’m retracing our memories,

it becomes easy to.

My favourite song on repeat

in my head.

Maybe it was a sign

that you were going to become

my favourite person.