A Collection Of Poems

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I go in everyday thinking

today will be different

today will be the day I won't talk to you

the day I look at you and feel

nothing at all

and you'll become just another

pretty face in the hall, another figure

passing by in the crowded halls

with thoughts in his head

and a story in his eyes.

I hope everyday, that it will be

the day I stop loving you completely.

But then you walk by,

and I see your eyes, those hazel eyes that

hold so much emotion, towards everything

and nothing at all

Then I see how they look, in my direction

and I feel euphoric,
giddy,
nervous,
exhausted and confused

And I think crap, I'm never getting over you.