Weary [PJM]

were

who are you to me?

i asked that to myself for a couple of times now,

but i couldn't get the answer.

a week passed,

now im gazing at you, again.

i might look like a creep,

but i really want to help you.

yet,

when your eyes met mine,

you were flustered.

so i gave you a smile,

a warm one,

but you didn't gave it back.

instead, you turn your gaze back to the book you are holding.

i want to walk towards you,

to talk to you,

but,

i guess humans are giving you a lot of pains and hatreds,

so you had enough.

"i just want to see you smile." i sighed, before turning my back and walk away.

who are you to me?