Do you really not know
what you do to me?
Can you really not see
me hanging on your every word?
How can you miss
the way my eyes always find you
or how quickly my mood rises
when you’re there?
Does the fact that I can’t seem
to go a day without talking to you
ever cross your mind?
Am I really that hard to read?
Surely some part of you
has figured it out
…right?