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.