I tell myself I won’t look at you.
I tell myself I won’t smile at you.
I tell myself I won’t sit with you.
I tell myself I won’t talk to you.
So I avoid you like a plague.
I run away from reality.
The truth becomes delusions.
I hide in the shadows.
Scared of being hurt.
Scared of being disappointed.
Scared of rejection.
Scared of losing you before you’re even mine.
So I avoid you.
But when I walk into a crowded room.
I see only you.
I can’t help but look at you.
Smile at you.
Sit with you.
Talk with you.
I am bad at this.
Bad at pretending I don’t want you.
But do you know what I’m good at?
Pretending you’re nobody when you’re the love of my life