If only that were true!
Do you remember when I last spoke to you?
What I said?
How I looked at you?
When I walk into a room, I wonder,
if you look at me and ponder,
what's going on in my head,
talking to me trying to keep my
attention, because YOU want to talk to ME.
Watching the way I talk, walk,
my hidden habits that
see, because your thinking about me
The way I scrunch up my nose, tuck my hair unconsciously behind me ear only for it to spring out
that ineffective gesture, capturing your mind, your eyes glued to me
as I pause
halfway through my work, look up at the sky
as my brain works furiously,
as your brain works furiously
together but separate
Can you see me, laughing, hands over mouth,
shielding that smile, hiding myself
in that shapeless jumper,
touching my face, feeling, for what?
Always changing myself in the eyes of others
When you think, that I am just
The way I am. Those insecurities fade into nothing when you think of me.
But I don't know if you are
Thinking of me