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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