A mere mortal am I
In love with you, one who has god-like qualities.
Looks are not all I like, although it does add some interest
But you’re eloquence,
your being a gentle man,
your wit and love for reading
Is what captivated me the most.
How can one man be almost perfect?
Almost perfect because you lack half your heart
I can make your heart whole
And we would be perfect together.
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I’m sorry I’m not your cup of tea.
I’m not the girl who basks in glory
Over make ups and filtered selfies,
Over feeding your hungry ego so you will like me.
I’m sorry if you think that the trend I follow
Is to go for boys who are shallow
Those whose pride they never swallow
And those who just sit and wallow.
Don’t think for a second that we’re meant to be
See, you’re not my cup of tea.
like the fish in the sea or the leaves on a tree
admire you, are attracted to you
Then I wonder
if somehow you noticed
or are noticing
some signs perhaps?
does it show?
a pretender am I
and a good one at that
I hide reality and wrap myself around
the fake smile
though I long still for some attention
I know deep within
friendship is what you only offer
I still dream and wish that at least this once
at least this time
at least you
would ever take notice of me
Why do I light up when I see you?
A smile I try to hide
Lately it’s been obvious, the way you stop and stare
The way you’d say “hello” or “hi”
I just know what it means
Though I can’t help but still doubt
If the way I read the signs is right
I can’t help but think I’m right
Crossing fingers, and hope that I am
Our greetings are now more frequent than before
Although not quite there yet
But this is better than before
I feel the butterflies again
I know it sounds a little cliché
a bit childish as well
But you’ve made me feel like
a teenager once again
Like you’re my first crush
Like I have not been on this ride before
The end may not be
As sweet as I would think it would be
None of it matters though
The journey I surely enjoyed
Forgive my ignorance for I did not know
I acted like a woman when in truth I was but a girl
in search for myself
I had butterflies in my stomach and I could not understand
the way I felt, the pull, the tug
I was nauseated and my world spun out of control
Before I knew it, I fell to the ground
but softly, like being catch by pillows
I fell but you didn’t notice
You’ll never notice….how could you?
I wish I could understand and I wish you would too
at the end of the day
I see nothing but a photograph….
…of the man whom I’ve been attracted to