Stop staring at me from the side of your eyes
Stop talking about me, please?
I am trying to find one place in this city
on the outskirts
where I could just be myself
Sure, I’d like to believe that you are talking about
“the cute mysterious guy”
but I am sure it is just the usual
“why is he so weird?”
You happen to be laughing whenever I catch your eye
I am sorry if my assumptions and judgements are
stronger than my common sense and will
but I keep seeing you staring at me out of the corners of your eyes

 

 

 

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(written with pen on paper at rocky’s)