I walk into a crowded room <br />and see you sitting there <br />I catch your eye somehow <br />you pull up an extra chair <br /> <br />I turn around and leave <br />without saying a thing <br />and you complain about <br />feeling a slight sting <br /> <br />I've liked you for more than 2 years <br />and first told you this September <br />and I thought we had something <br />but I suddenly remember <br /> <br />how hard I have to try <br />for you to pay attention to <br />anything I've ever said <br />no matter what I seem to do <br /> <br />You make me work harder <br />I keep trying and trying <br />to get closer and closer <br />but I can't take this constant prying <br /> <br />I've given up before <br />but you drag me back in <br />and I want you more than ever <br />and I hate you for my sin <br /> <br />I need to have you <br />I need you to go away <br />I must forget you <br />for at least another day<br /><br />Andrew Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bipolar-fleeting/
