insignificance series
II.
The eyes I long to stare; I long too much to be afraid.
You’re my “senpai”, as I call you in the cliche sense. I address my admiration with silence, stealing glances of you even if it was just the back of your neck.
Unexpected privileges, I thought I was never going to get any closer to you, because I want to get closer to you. Just a whiff of your desires and your obvious secrets. Just a drop to feel the cold of your deep mystery you never reveal.
We started talking, and I thought I would be able to stare to those eyes of spellbinding wonder and it was a wonder why I can’t look unto those eyes I always long for.
I think I’m afraid to see what I could be with you. I’m afraid to see more of myself when I’m with you, because I lack that opportunity. I’m always so close to get myself, and you always get that gap by just your thoughts, just by your words.
I love you by the thoughts you exclaim, but I think I’ll let the intimidation settle from me to you. We won’t be friends or any closer because I’m afraid to get attached to you and to the thoughts that reaches out to my fear of knowing what I can be and I might just leave you in an instant unconsciously.
I guess, this would be the stars I’m going to put on our fate.
