Watching Me Fall For You.

Must be a show

Fear is not something I like to acknowledge, but it is something you make me feel. Have you come and I have missed you, or is it the hope that you would come, that weighs on me?

Are you staring at me and I’m ignoring you? Am I really ignoring you, or is it a case of I can’t believe you are the one I’ve been waiting for? Do you know what I know, that you might be my one, and I your one?

Maybe the real fear is not in admitting that I think that you might be the one I’ve been waiting for, but that of what if I’m wrong again? I know this route all too well, it’s going the way others went. I’ve been here before, but they never turned out to be right.

Are you watching me fall in love with you? Are you watching me fall in love with you?

Do you shake your head at how hard I’m trying to act otherwise? Does it feel like a show to you, or does it make you pity me? Do you secretly wish that my person finds me sooner than later so I could let you be, or do you not know at all? Or do you wish that I was your one? Do you wish that you find love here with me? Are you aching to tell me all the things in your heart and mind? Do you wish this was true? Do you want me as much as I think I’m starting to want you? Is it taking all the power in the world to keep your feelings from coming to the surface? Do you want me? Do you want me to be your one? If only I could see your eyes, to see the secrets they hold, to see the depth of your soul.

Should we take it slow and watch life make it happen, or should we just take a chance on us? But I wish I knew where you stood with me, then I would know whether to wait or to wait.