Longing

I’ll try and hide it, anxiously and obsessively.

I’ll leave my confessions on paper and my secrets to myself.

I’ll try and look past you and ignore your existence in an attempt not to make it obvious.

I’ll ignore my friends when they tell me not to, but it’s always you that’s on my mind.

I’ll run miles to displace this feeling, I’ll run until my lungs collapse.

I’ll pretend it doesn’t affect me when everything inside me is falling apart.

because at the end of the day, all you are is just a boy, and this feeling of longing is only temporary.