This
is not a promise at forever,
nor is it a fling,
nor a fear from
rejection,
it is the simplest of things.
Like a chapter out
of place,
A book left shelved,
Curiosity seeps from its
pages,
rather unsure of itself.
It's the same with
this,
don't make assumptions,
this is not an invitation,
had
enough of those presumptions.
Midnight coloured
hair,
lurks round the corner,
hides your face,
the hallway
adorner.
Can live without you,
so there really is no
problem,
exept for the fact,
you are my insecurities
emblem.
Who are you,
and why do I feel the need,
to
mention you,
I do not mean to mislead.
Don't think
that I promise to love you,
or even like you for that,
but I'm
left with the insecurity,
and you have caused it.
