The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Without you

I wonder if some day,
You'll think about talking to me,
'Cause I always do and I'm actually trying,
I'll be waiting until you want to give me the opportunity,
I'll be worrying about you and asking you,
I want to keep seeing you, wanting you, loving you and even losing you,
'Cause you make me feel the feeling I never had before,
And you called me brave for saying you that,
Will I be brave enough to continue and in the meantime improve so that you like me?

I'll try to message you again,
I'll try not to be annoying,
If I become one, I'll try to say sorry,
'Cause I can't loose you, no matter what,
Maybe it will be worse for both,
Maybe it's better to shut up,
You told me I could talk to you,
And that you would respond,
If it were up to me I would write to you in cursive,
I would be there for a thousand lives,
without shutting up,
And without dropping a single thought,
I'll do it for hours, days, months,
and nights.

Everywhere I went I looked for attention,
And I lied to myself saying that without me everything would feel empty,
And I may just be just a clown looking for redemption,
But you, by yourself, must know that I started since I loved you,
That what seemed like a party to everyone was for me a search to find you,
That every movement,
Each letter font in my head,
And every thought that I didn't put into practice,
Each of those verses written in prose,
accumulates in my daily life,
Being very difficult, you really already know,
That's why it's making me over thinking about it,
That's why despite the cold it can't snow without you.