04. I'm sick of falling in love
As she interrupts my sight, I beam as if it were the peak of my life. I got lost in her hypnotising scent and silky hair, While I searched for a place in her life. A bump between skins sent my mind on red alert, But I wished hopelessly for more. Every conversation felt like birthdays, Exciting events separated forevermore. I wonder if she will ever requite my hopeless devotion, Or if I was damned to be stuck in secret admiration. I foolishly long for the sight of her, That even a glimpse would suffice. I am sick of being stuck in the cycle of forlorn love, Which ends the same way every single time. It is as if I were Sisyphus on the mountain, Pushing my boulder of lovesick passion.