For over a year now, I’ve been cursed by you.
I’d see you, and I would turn into a babbling little girl.
I’d hear your voice and I’d melt like butter.
And you wouldn’t give me the slightest hint of attention.
But now? I don’t care.
I look at your pictures, and read your posts,
And I’m perfectly… null.
And your year long ego trip of leading me on? Over. :)
Now, you’re an interesting man, with interesting things to say
So I wouldn’t mind if we actually became friends
(Though, let’s be honest, you probably detest the idea)
But It’s a shot, we’re too similar for our own good.
But, as a warning… I’m always going to drown in your ocean eyes.