• Lost.
    It’s the only word that does it justice.
    I couldn’t talk to you, even if you’d let me
    Am I afraid? What of?
    And you
    The one
    I can’t stop myself from thinking about
    The one
    Who I want to see me as I am
    Standing there avoiding my eyes.
    All I want is for you to smile at me.
    But you won’t even look in my direction.