Tears rolling down my face,

questions lingering like a race.

All these nonstop text what are u doing? ,where are u?, u doing great?

Makes me wonder,do u do this to every girl you met?

Many women adore you, and I must confess, I do too,

but this interrogation keeps running like a marathon with no finish line,

couldn’t ask a single question cause you’re not even mine.

In resonance, you and I,

movies and tunes suggestions, our souls comply.

You tease me constantly, open up to me,

assaulting me with the words that you can’t afford to lose me,that words attacked me.

Ceiling gazing, reminiscing the night you took me home,

situation tangled like the hairs in my comb.

Mistakenly thought your actions spoke of love, but they were merely friendly, not above.

Ending this confusion to clear the slate,

your mixed signals, I can't translate.

The hand placement, a memory I can't let fade.

Halt these feelings, put them in their space,

For I know my place, no more emotional chase.