I wanted to talk. 

You said you were busy.

I said, "okay".

Knowing you weren't.

The cuteness of your face disguising the real you.

Like a mask.

Have to be cool with your friends.

But, never cool enough to face reality.

Hide behind the mask.

That's your safe spot.

But, what if you lost it?

Would your friends still be there?

Would I still be there?

Would she still be there?

The questions.

Talking was the goal.

Ignoring each other was the the future.

Seeing you in the hallways is the torture.

Knowing you was a thought.

Seeing things I shouldn't have saw was the sign.

Knowing,

Seeing.

Feeling.

Maybe right now is not the time.

But then again.

Why did I have to start liking you?

Obsessing you.

Knowing you, but not really.

Still, behind the mask.

Of what truely you think.