How do I even begin?
Is it the myriad emotions that I feel when I see you?
Or the sharp gush of blood that runs to my face when I hear your voice?
Is it the way my brain passionately analyses even the most random of actions?
You seem to never notice the quick but deep glances I steal,
The way my day switches from gloomy to happy when you’re near
My awkward attempts at a joke, hoping for a laugh…
And the sad truth that you never do!
It gets tiring, caring from a distance,
Always trying to remain subtle,
I have a chat with reality every once a while,
Wishful thinking after all, can only get you so far!
Written By: Dennisa Dennis (@elexadennis)