i hate the way you look at me.
like you want to tell me something,
or like you want to do something with me,
but no.
you don’t.
you stare, i stare back.
your face changes,
so does mine,
i laugh,
you do too,
and in that moment,
it’s only you and me smiling.
i block out the voices of others,
and i can’t help but ask myself questions,
thousands of them,
hoping ill get a real answer,
but no.
nothing.
the only answers i come up with,
are the ones my brain forced the existence of.
that’s all i have.
my own head and the infinite amount of thoughts i must process,
and somehow,
you have to be yet another one.
a thought,
a question,
hope?
no.
an uncertainty.
with no guarantee of becoming certain.
so yesterday,
today,
tomorrow,
i’ll smile the rare one that shows emotion,
the one that only appears when something is special,
and i’ll look at you,
as you smile your usual,
with no clue what i’m thinking of,
no matter how much i wish you did.
but no.
you won’t.