on infatuation.

sweet discomfort

the same eyes that
used to make
my heart
d a n c e

are now the same
that are piercing my skin
and letting discomfort
permeate through my pores

why was i so mad with you?
you never did me wrong.
if anything it's all my
fault

i didn't want to like you.
so i decided to hate you.
and here you come with
those alluring eyes again

ruining all
of my sweet progress.