back again.

i honestly thought that i was over you.
at one point i think i made myself believe that.
but it is no where near the truth.
you are constantly on my mind.
i am always searching for you.
just waiting for you to walk through the door,
walk by me.
and i am very disappointed when you don't.
i am surrounded by many people,
but never the ones i want it to be.
i just want you.
but i don't think that i deserve you.
right?
i think you wanted to hold me today,
but i might be mistaken.
i think you know,
but you aren't sure.
i wish i had the nerve to tell you
how i truly feel.
i think one day i will.
i just want you to want me.
i want you.
why does everything i write sound like a poem?
hmm...how many poems have i written about you?
too many, most likely.
i'm sure you don't want them.
don't really care.
so i guess we are back to the beginning,
to the times when i just wish you were mine.
though we do speak more often,
once in a while, touch.
we smile and laugh.
i think you know.

have a beautiful night all you lonely lovers.