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To My Crush , Please Send the Right Signals


Smitten by you, I was ascending to heaven from hell, 

I could not find any pill to cure my pounding heart, 

My mind is cleaned with waters of your charms, 

And I fell into something that I should not have. 

Every time you spell my name, I'm taken to the land of passion again, after years. 

Every time you say goodbye, I see our eyes locking, 

Our pupils struggle with embarrassment from unspoken emotions. 

Every time I catch you looking at me, 

I feel stupid, and

Every time you talk to me, I do compare

it with others. 

A trail of first things are happening with me

when I think of you, and

I get erased into the four-dimensional world of entanglement. 

My feelings are opaque in your presence to force you to look at me, 

But it becomes transparent in my loneliness, 

And takes the form of full-time fledged smiles, 

Hovering above my room with wings. 

What have you done to me? 

This cannot happen and I will not reveal my feelings, 

Unless you give the right signal. 

All the signals that I'm getting may be wrong, 

Leading to wrong paths of thorns and pain, 

Please send the right signals, 

I'm on the verge of destruction, 

Unable to form my reality. 

The reality of impossibility, and

Of you turning into one of my unsent letters, 

That was hurt by opening the cover. 

I wonder if you know how I overthink and fantasize about you, 

You and your signals may have wrongly read, 

Please take them back, 

Because I'm unable to confront you and get hurt, 

I'm unable to stop stalking you and seeking your attention. 

Please send the right signals nonchalantly, 

I will keep them safe and sound. 

To meet you at the corners or to sit lonely at the corners. 

A. C




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