When one hopes to be noticed in the least way possible,
By the eyes of those whose eyes captures others,
When she smiles a bit wider just because he's looking in her direction-
But her direction holds the true muse that's a distraction.
When she lies awake at night imagining more,
But soon shakes herself awake knowing no more is to come,
When he smiles a bit sweeter towards her,
But the bitter taste at the back of her tongue serving as a reminder that it's the same plastered-on copy paste of a smile.
When she finally figures he might feel a thing,
He writes a few letters and throws them in the bin,
When her heart skips a bit for a very short note,
But she looks to another's envelope a more heartfelt abode.
She knows from the start it's bound to disappoint,
But she enjoys the thrill and she embraces the hurt.
