and i'm moving in a crowd and i can just see your face and feel the burning
like fire in my throat&heart and nevershed tears just hiding.
part of me actually does want you to look at me , to see me (to wantmeneedmeloveme) but then again part of me doesn't (because i know you could never feel for me what i do when i see you-) do you think i'm pretty? (gorgeous-beautiful)? do you think i'm ugly...have you not even thought about it?
surely you've loved somebody who didn't love you back (oh hang on,maybe not.) when you are goddess-beautiful i think everybody adores you -- i forgot.actually,you are not goddess beautiful.not classically beautiful.i would like to know what it is about you that i am addicted to.
i can't bring myself to write your name on my hand.if i lie to myself,it will all go away.besides,you're a woman.
so am i.
if i told you would you listen? would you believe me,would you understand? would you care.i am always thinking as i walk past you,does it seem unreal? would it seem discusting,to you. is it so un-ovbious,that i've loved you for a whole year & more and still you can't see it?
i've never even met anybody who i've loved as much as i do you,never wanted something more
i need ((you))

but you'll never see it,maybe that is a good thing.
but when will i cure this addiction,abandon this obsession,leave you and what i feltfeel for you behind?

i can see you,still.just about.you're moving towards the art block something in your shy manner draws me to you - the blinking,the small flickering smile.understand,please.please hear me.
smile at me?
...aknowledge me...

but you never saw.you never do.

well perhaps if you would
bat open your painted eyelids
you would see that mine are full of tears,

(or would you see me at all?)