I go in everyday thinking
today will be different
today will be the day I won't talk to you
the day I look at you and feel
nothing at all
and you'll become just another
pretty face in the hall, another figure
passing by in the crowded halls
with thoughts in his head
and a story in his eyes.
I hope everyday, that it will be
the day I stop loving you completely.
But then you walk by,
and I see your eyes, those hazel eyes that
hold so much emotion, towards everything
and nothing at all
Then I see how they look, in my direction
and I feel euphoric,
giddy,
nervous,
exhausted and confused
And I think crap, I'm never getting over you.