Lost in thought
I walk along the corridor
And there you are sitting
Your eyes casually appraising my stride
On abruptly meeting your gaze my eyes instinctively open wide
Tell-tale sign of my embarassing attraction.
I hate my transparency.
You wave hello and I coolly do the same
Such a shame.
You were the only risk I ever took.
How nice that high horse I gave you must be,
If only I could take back all I said about liking you…
for now sweet rejector you’ll always see me as that strange person over there not worth talking to.