Occasionally Obsessed

By Aysha Assan

I wonder if you talk about me on the other side

with your pretty friend that I've always liked.

do you tell her that "there's a girl who's been obsessed" and "I kind of am too"

now that you are mere steps away from me

I pray that this was all I need

because it gets boring for me to stay when I see you walk away

It gets tiring for me to wait when you seem like you don't want me to

I become occasionally obsessed with the lifeless words and those eyes of yours.

I wonder if somethings never change,

like the way you make me feel inside.

I hate that I’m around you when

I know that's all I can be.

you asked me my favourite song,

and I hoped you would listen to it well you did but you didn't like it.

told you my fears and dreams and

thought you would know where to draw the line with the flashback jokes.

heard your friends talk about me,

once and laughing but that wasn't funny.

yet tell me why I’m still here standing, waiting for you to come around.

I hope that I can forget that you

made me smile three seconds ago

because I’m getting bored and tired,

to see that you don't like, me.

I hope that there's no more occasions for me to try, and leave.

By Aysha Assan