I should've been over you but there's still a spark of love in my heart.
I scan the crowd to find you after a month of drifting apart.
My love cracks my facade of a lack of care.
And I go to take my 3rd picture of you from above for "topographical reasons".
Truth be told, I can't break my stare. From your lips to your eyes to your brownish black hair.
You're so beautiful it's just unfair and I wonder if you're actually aware.
Aware that I ponder some days wondering if I was more likeable, you'd want to see my face.
If I was more ahead in the rat race, your eyes glinting like a China vase would fixate on mine.
I don't even know why.
Truth is I don't even know if you'd care when I die.
You seem like you would care as after all our time together, it only seems fair.
But I see ignorance in your eyes and expression.
While I look at you like a loving fool, fostering unhealthy obsession.
While my heart protrudes out of my chest when you walk by.
And I do like the idea of topography but this is a deep yearning for our camaraderie.
I shouldn't want you and your monotony.
But I just want your pretty brown eyes all on me.
Alas, it's now 7PM and the sky is desaturated blue.
Our time's over, but not my love for you.
And I take my last picture of you for "topographical reasons" while you're bewildered at why it's so crucial.
