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.
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